A lie: So easy, how unsettling.
The loneliness the pain. the regret. the sadness. the depression. It doesn’t get better. worst year in a long time…with 3 months left I doubt I can right the ship.
My finger nails scratching at your windows, better lock the door. For when I enter, your body hits the floor as Satan claims your soul for hell on a Halloween night
Demon Kane
