not yet an adult
In debt for on going years
Souls have been sold
And My blade is too dull
Your scaley Exterior will not brake.
And my melencholy ballads do not Praise
I Bow my head in shame Whispering
"hey teacher leave us kids alone"

Scarcly you scream into my ear
as if I cant hear your rasp.
Flys come through your mouth
And spiders split out your head
Leaving......

Your Desperation To be liked has been Shed
off My skin.
the light that begins at the End of the tunnel
Shirmmers dimmly Is the only hope for you now
you tell everyone you dont belive in god.
When you use the terms out of the bible
You Thiness is based on your "fast matabolisim'
stop crying. ....... ........ ........ ......
Gutair Fills are needed and you life is mended in to so
many mistakes...takeing things out on me.
Was never intened........