Back...for now...and all I want to do is punch a wall.
Let blood be shed...and my vengnce be swift and silent.
But my heart aches, with sadness and fear
And I am afraid to know...
Or afriad to choose...
What I want.
Perhapes being dead
Is better than being alive,
I don't know...
And I am afraid to find out...
Let tears run down my face,
Let blood run down my skin.
Let pain mask pain.
Let death come swift and sharp.
