I heard them speak to me the other day, the other sides of me, or rather my consquience. It told me...they told me, both my good and bad, said I was wrong. I know it now and will never escape it. I'm worthless...I've done the unthinkable only it was fun for me. Now...all I know to do is look as the mess...and pray...pray I'll die...or wither away. Death is unforgivable.
Xits the Tragedy · Thu Jan 19, 2006 @ 12:59am · 1 Comments |