Zhee
~my thoughts are stained with that blood....
....my dreams are born from those wounds...~
Zhee
~bruised and raw
the crippled pleads,
fill your cup-
the angel bleeds...~
Zhee
~i have enough evil in me - to make the devil feel ashamed..~ Zhee
~in the cradle of fractured beliefs - dreams are slaughtered before they're born...~ Zhee