I love darkness...
Well I can't love...
Co use I don't have a heart.
U made me this way.
So don't cry when u
read this shit...
It's youre fault I'm so black..
So black in my heart.
So don't scream I'm a psycho,
When U read my master piece..
When I say that,
I mean my poem's
u don't like I see...
Well U made me this way,
and u can't change me at all..
It's youre fault I love cutting myself..
Love, love, love..can't stop
thinking about that word...
I love thing's that are not alive..
Maybe couse I look at me
frozen in time..
Just a dead person locked inside
my mind, inside my body of hell..
