Well there isn't much to say about myself. |
The black rose of sorrow withers in your hand.
Emptiness can vanish with just one more step...
These unknown wonders fill my mind.
A random thought, kills the soul...
These unknown wonders fill my mind.
A random thought, kills the soul...
The black rose of sorrow withers in your hand.
Emptiness can vanish with just one more step...
Colours change
Like ripples in the water...
You're the second man who killed me this week. But I've got seven lives left. |
Make sure to tell the one you love that you do infact love them. |
I shall paint a picture of you with the blood dripping from my wrist. |