"The path to paradise begins in hell." - Dante

And those nightmares became like a plague spreading terror through everyone you knew. More disease than man. Thats how we remember you.

I have never been home

This skin is not my own
But a blanket I have wove
A untruth I have long been lost in
A lie that I have told

Don't change for anyone because if you're you trying to be someone else you're just wasting the beautiful person you are

When There's No More Room In Hell, The Dead Will Walk The Earth

Everybody is nobody trying to be somebody

Dont kill what you beleive in, It will kill you in the end

I am a diseased god

Seconds after the kill
And I’m at peace
If I close my eyes
I might just sleep