Dead love never ends Подписаться

not even a man's pittied dead soul can fill what has been done to me. I bear the scars ever sense that day the sreams echo in my ears. like a damaged soul from hell filling my every waking moment.i scratch at the scars watching the blood drip and the scars heal.never again would I be human for I am dammned myself . Lucifer would never take me into his arms if he did I would play his heart strings if there is any like a fiddle. I was once in love but I slit his throat the moment he betrayed me and hung his skull as if it was a chandelier boy what beauty it brung upon me. lucille us my name and this is only the start.