Comments about Grayson Michaels
Bringing back the pain within,
I stand, shouting the voices of our dying souls.
Let me break free, and cross this line so thin,
showing the fallen essentials what the future beholds.
Remnants of dying fires hold the world down,
as darkness eats away warmth in hearts of the living.
Surrounding the path to our only light, it drowns,
bringing the end to our only beginning.
Slitting wrists no longer breaks the pain,
only to show a weakness thats bound to me.
I shed these tears of blood not rain,
nothing now is able to me free.
Passion is lost...