Here I am in a hole of black cold place.
I try to make a fire to keep me warm but I cant.
It feels like I will die here alone and in pain.
To hope for a boor to get out of here before I I die.
But there is no light and the in of the hall for me.
I have fucked all the help away...
So here I lay to die in my on blood and pain...
..I'm thinking about deleting... Not seeing much reason to stay on here.. I know people have busy lives so I may just be a decent person and leave so they aren't bothered by me..
If people wanna keep in contact, feel free to let me know..
Any one have any comments, feel free to leave em also.
its like the same day and i can not fall asleep today,all i hear is screams and they will NEVER go away.i can not explain how much pleasure this is giving me,and i will not stop till the day that i dont see,i found a way to cure this demon thats inside of me,by eating all of the people that i see or meet,and then he'll leave me be and then i will be free,but until that day comes i will enjoy my feed. i so remember the day that he came to me,he was so weak and he told me that he needed me,i took him in, now were friends such a good mate,he taught me how to kill and how to make it look great,i started small,knock on doors,im like HELP ME,and if they let me in all you heard was one scream,this is a trip for me i am something more than you,i am something that you thought i could never do,i am my own god with no morals and I FEEL NO PAIN,and every time i hear a scream its something sooo cute,i want more to do i want to share my world,by ENDING yours and doimg what i was sent for!!!
a gurl its the devils son...come a lil closer if you want my fun...staring at your body i want your meat,and i want your soul......im in a calm mood....blod is drippng down my face.... you have to run away and hope i dont find theebut if i find thee then i will own thee......everytime i take a life im so competence....i am a new breed something like a dyim=ng king.......the last few minutes of your life i know you worshiped me.....
Mood: in a cycle of hate Music: universally unessasary...of course
