I've gone and done it again i make on cut and then the next thing i know there is blood all over my arm cuts everywhere every inch of available skin is taken up by cuts why do i do it torture myself i know why because i won't stop untill the final enemy falls myself there is no question we are all going to die but why not be beautiful when you die why go old and wrinkled why not now it doesn't really matter we are all going to die even the ******** who believe that they are vampires and think they will never die i will be perfection from that tree and my body will be beautiful the image of perfection
The same me you all know and love to hate
