Damn my throat made a hole in my Veins. It use to be the rivers that would take us away. Now I'm supposed to say not that, but this. Somebodys suppose to tear this place apart. The colors in the Drak Died Painfully. Never means forever so in one!. DESPERATION. Now You will be excited to see me someday. Haunted Hearts we melt under the Numbers of light. If I ever catch the ones who hurt you... I hope that God looks away.