I fight a demonic presents for control of my heart, body and soul. I have light spirits of the dead follow me around since birth. You would be surprised that even in a battle for my sanity I never cry or frown . Just smile through the pain, laugh when things get tough and keep all the wild tears tamed. I keep secrets from the ones who love me most in this dark world. Even if I have pain, None don't deserves it, not even me. I keep calm even in my darkest and my lightest moments in my life and mind. The war fair I feel makes me wanna break down in to tears and the bloodshed dose not help. The memories, the pain and the life of the dead fill my head to the brim. I have fears of the loved ones lost in my insanity of dark moments that are not in my life.
