A visual tour through my Personal Hell.
Some may find this website to contain objectionable material.
...lay scattered the smoking wrecks of Love, Hope, and Dreams.
The Artist invites you to enter and stare at the blood on the pavement.
I'm tired of guilt, I'm tired of crying. I'm tired of work, and finished trying. I'm tired of living, and scared of dying. But there is nothing else
I've been beat, I've been broken I asked for a place, the world has spoken I was asleep, but now that I've woken, I preferred my dream.
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