They call me, Scarlet Soul. During the, open night, roams, my, frigid howl. I hunt with, silver fangs, and vengeful […]
They call me, Scarlet Soul. During the, open night, roams, my, frigid howl. I hunt with, silver fangs, and vengeful […]
This is the last of 22, I look in the mirror and, I say to myself, I love you. On […]
Me drafting, through haze, Me roaming, godless place. Me feeling, inside dead, Me no flicker, inside head. Me rotting, away […]
