Disease ridden, cobwebs reside in your head.

Yet you remain walkin on this earth (Deceiving and demanding the best).


A manifestation of agony gathers around your name.


And I swear to god, I would murder you, if I knew how.

Your name appearance, I searched for it among those tombstones....





but at the sight of you I fled (Away from you darkened silhoutte).

A plot to tear down the world, distrust and disbelief coincide until it is

proven (otherwise).

The consolation prize is a dagger and a knife,


handed to you on a silver plate with step by step instructions,


directing them into your chest.




!#@* YOUR DEAD HEART!!