i have finaly honed these skills
which i never wanted
call it a sick gift
i paint with the devils paint brush
and make life look...
'pretty'
with my words.....
momentarily i have courage
but in the end i lose
i will never seek to hang myself
with devils rope
just to make you suffer....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i just want you to trust me and wat you need is somone to catch you i dont know how show me