~Hidden, buried in cold eternity. Warmth trying to pierce thru the broken pieces, but it's only reflects those dark, razor sharp edges. ~Slippery Slope to the nothingness, so do you want to try to find the exit or keep adapting in those cold dark destiny!?

~Disappointingly at first glance it is just a pond of water, doesn't exist until you find it, is it still a mystery? Should I even go there, those signs, are they welcoming or a warning ones!?

Falling Apart, tore Everything, so It'll be Empty

Poem: ''Sometimes, you need to let the words out Let them flow, let them die. Slurs and curses, But they are all mine. Do I regret? Am I proud? Sometimes, you just need to let the words Out''