wolfwarrior74

i would describe my life as a pool of dread dispear.the thing i can most recon my state at the moment to is like been stuck down a deep well,you have fallen so far down that you can only see a black sky in the middle of the day,and when one person finally comes along and throws down a rope to pull you up it gets weak and snaps,this may be due to the person leaving so once again you fall into the endless pit of disspear. people think im sick and twisted but so what..im not that sick and twisted it is your minds that make it seem so much worse.so when you call me a dark person its not all because im depressed or "emo" but because im braver then

i would describe my life as a pool of dread dispear.the thing i can most recon my state at the moment to is like been stuck down a deep well,you have fallen so far down that you can only see a black sky in the middle of the day,and when one person finally comes along and throws down a rope to pull you up it gets weak and snaps,this may be due to the person leaving so once again you fall into the endless pit of disspear. people think im sick and twisted but so what..im not that sick and twisted it is your minds that make it seem so much worse.so when you call me a dark person its not all because im depressed or "emo" but because im braver then

one a quiet little street,sits an old white framed house. now when you walk by nothing seems different.look closer and you may notice the locks. on the other side the house hold tourter. that demon never came to justice. but what happened to those children needed no justice.that evil man that took there lives should of had his taken too. he awaited in the attic till the right moment came. he polished his axe and wondered down the stairs.dressed in black to conceal his face. not thinking of thier pain. when he found them all asleep in there beds. he didnt change his mind he just laughed an evil smile. he stepped back a pace and took i swing