Not much to say really. Just wanted to share something with like minded people and get some opinionated feedback. :) |
I walk inside the door,
And feel nothing but the cold...
In a bed filled with nails, filled with punctures...
All things leading back to when I remembered all...
Rip your face off to hide the fear,
Blood dripping slowly you shed not A tear...
I walk inside the door,
And feel nothing but the cold...