"Now look down upon the floor,
You'll see your true self.
Yell and scream for comfort,
Soon you'll be dead."

_Expert from my poem, Soon_

Ever present voices are screaming in my head,
When they finally stop, I know I must be dead.

I remember where I came from,
That way I know where not to go!

Death is a price we all must pay.

Pain and suffering are both just a part of this life.

This sting I feel on my wrist...?
...Well, that's just my idea of heaven.

To me, life is just a pit stop between Heaven and Hell...The only thing we can control is how long we stay.

Death and Destruction start the same...But Death is quicker

I won't blame you when I die. After all, you only broke my heart in two.

I've been hurt so many times before that I can no longer cry. I guess my falling blood will have to do.