emo

death silently creeps up upon the relintless unwilling denying creatures. the afraid are not living for they have only seen from within there safety zone for death comes knocking at the door of those whom go looking. nice salty red liquids drip from the wrists of the cold silent none moving smelling flesh decaying dead bodies where life once loved is now once living again withing the other realm death comes to get you death comes to greath the in his fairy boat some of which can go on to the depths of the obous and live for iternity a happy richful life with no fear no pain no sorrow no anything while others forever suffer with in the river styxx. my death will quinch his scyth will fill his life my blood is his too take his for ever.