don't cause u know, yet go cause u must, suffer cause its all u know
Petting The serpent, my chest withers with every thunderus beat, a day closer to death, yet closer and closer as of late. Mortality another paranoia, breathing another level of pandemonium, heart ache the 10th level of hell. How can one care if they know it will bring only suffering. Any movements as starteling as the fatal strike. I have given my hand reptile and you have bitten. Kindness rejected ur poison is now mine it curses me with bitter rage and vexed me with hate. U strike to where once a heart was, but u have made dul the source of the pain.