Death dream of hell

by sweetsexynkewl   Nov 5, 2004


The sound of death, the smell of decaying bodies, screaming so loud but no one can hear me, my hands turn to blood as the tears of death fall upon my cheek, the bounds of hell surrounding me, suffocating me, as hell rises my skin disappears leaving nothing but skin and bones

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