He was the antichrist in a church full of angels,and he drew in the goddess herself.He snatched her up from the heavens and filled her with his filthy ways but she loved every bit of it
I was happy. The sun was shining and my day seemed a little bright, Even though i still live with that guilt, The sun finally met the moon, And it seemed almost to perfect to exist, But at least the Sun was shining a little brighter.
why must it hurt? why must I deal with pain that I scream to go away? why must it hurt? when I shout I want out all they hear is silence I don't want to go this way, but it hurts. and the pain will not subside, in fact; It spreads. Like Wild Fire