What can I say? I like darker things and I have a dark imagination, but I can also be pretty silly and crazy. |
The tiles are cold under her fingertips
It feels as though there's pressure of a thousand...
The cuts become deeper
As her cries of despair reach cold, unfeeling ears...
Here comes your empty talking
Empty word and empty soul...
I've felt the pain
They're there...
Here comes your empty talking
Empty word and empty soul...
It's cold and dark as my blood drips down the...
I fear the inner demons coming to find me...
The cuts become deeper
As her cries of despair reach cold, unfeeling ears...
The tiles are cold under her fingertips
It feels as though there's pressure of a thousand...