Hello there it is nice
life i mean
never once did i think a single tear would fall from my face
like rotting flower petals falling from a rose of life
the difficulty in it is like depression fallen over something like passion for drawing and creating a world of your own
creativity is a fatal blow in the gut when inspired to make a painting perfect as the wind blows in real life
but death so beautiful so fragile the thought of immortality
broken shattered to peaces by an undead human like me
th e thoughts that go through me hurt emotion is new to me as my breath was when i was first born n the blood of Christ i forbidden yet i have taken it and sinned making me Lucifer's equal in the lowness of this wretched life of mine
