Death is easier to love |
The world is nothing more then the devils play pen. |
" can you feel the runnig through you're vains? they will always be forever" |
Black roses bloom in december |
" dont fear death. hes only here to help the weakend ones go home." |
Love is my own private demon. |
Sharp blades ease the pain |
The moonlight kisses death, as the sun welcomes a new begning |