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

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

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

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

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...