The End Of Eternal Damnation
nothing to see, to hear
this dream of darkness is not real
it is just the darkest part of my imagination
but why would I dream such things......
here I stand in the night
beneath the waning moon who wants to shine
the stench of fresh blood fills the air around my being
no, its an aroma..... I love this smell
death....that’s what I sense.
death and fresh blood
I see red flowing down my arms, no....crimson...
Wednesday, December 22, 2010