Jan 2016
A soul made of blasfemy
Tattered by the world around it
Lumbering down the wrong path
Of which it had no choice to go
Haunted by the ones that once loved it dearest
Degraded further by the ones that never did
Broken and withered to the point of death
Oh, this was the face of woe
Tattered by the world around it
Lumbering down the wrong path
Of which it had no choice to go
Haunted by the ones that once loved it dearest
Degraded further by the ones that never did
Broken and withered to the point of death
Oh, this was the face of woe
This is a work in progress, it is going to be very long, and I will be updating it. . . . Aventually
