Blaze the cigarette 3:44..
Temperature 29 degrees.... the hell the demonics smoke inside and out my lungs and chest to kill the pain...
That's a classic joke straight out the devil's book ...

That is another excuse I can write down and my diary of. Life and like I said I was going to cure cancer just a dream like a crackhead said he would stop smoking crack but he sells everything in his house and end up on the bench....

Damn .....

Just like another horror story from Stephen King's book ....
Excellent



Least you got your soul you can't sell that yet I guess that's priceless and a Mind of a Maniac dressed in black like a black cat stuck in a mouse trap... that s*** sucks


Old World Blues that's life every day false and thoughts live in a house on furnished and decorated my misery and pain Tick Tock knock knock... the devil's knocking at the door.....


Reload the gun Point  at your Dome
Cup full of lean answer the door
Swipe the card declined... inside the devil Palace
Hunted....

By lies
Reminisce..... about the good old days when life was free

The old man sleeps....

Underneath the table of Shame while the thief robbed him blind....

Teardrop falls on keyboard....

Say goodbye to loved ones go visit them say you love them
Grab needle
Reject deadly toxin inside vein sleep tight
Toxic dermis......
Autopsy....

Funeral
Tombstone six feet below... I guess that's collateral damage of Darkness...  


Just a nightmare Live Another Day call loved ones......

Be happy the end