bye

I can't brush my teeth or comb my hair you're my first thought when I exit the catacombs I asked God for u he gave me a gift a present so neatly wrapped but what did it matter since I was still trapped inside my hell was it too much for you? was I too much for you. how do you think I feel? you found it hard to live with me how do you think I feel. I want to watch the blood slowly drain as all my pain flows away I want to close my eyes one last time and drift I want to go home it calls me it called me even while you held me in your heart