He was perfect.
Pure white, dark brown eyes, the cutest litte...

Walking slowly home in the midnight sun,
walking along the river where to blood runs...

I hear their screams fill the air.
The bloodcurdling tormenting sound...

I feel them crawling in my flesh with every breath...
I feel them engross my brain, now in a lot of...

The burning pain inside my gut,
the tearing away of my skin...

My love, I write this for you.
Your name may stand for sorrow and depression...