You remind me of a penny two faced and not worth much. We all have a past, but you use yours like a crutch, I don't care about your stupid opinions when you've become some mindless minion. Nothing on the mind except for sins, the voices are laughing so loud, you can see their grins.

It has been said that temporary people give permanent lessons that only after we learn will the pain lesson. My inner demons have a similar affect, they may have valid reasons but I rather disconnect. Untill then, your existence is deemed a lie because in my dreams you always die. You are forever my foe, where all the dead fish go with the flow.

It makes me sick seeing that poor...