onmyself

Seed of Filth -Six Feet UnderThe open Wounds I cut, now fester and succumbTo insect infestation, bacterial infiltrationOn a micro biotic level, they grow and overtakeA human piece of waste, an experiment of decayGod of the fly, release your seed of filthT . . . 阅读详情

I feel my heart is getting lostbeing myself is painfulsomeone says you don't have a chanceto restart the life that you never hadNegative emotions attacked meespecially like this lonely nightsilence is eating my brainshutting me down and I'm stuck againyea . . . 阅读详情