AyJayAyJay

Alone but Alive: Oh here I am standing, A lost soul is landing. The coldest December, Can you still remember? Do you even hear me? There's no one around me! Oh shadow that I see, The void right behind me. Yet still I am breathing; Yet still I am feeling. The coldest sensation, Oh worthless creation! Are you still crying? Oh why are you lying - abandoned and cold - Cold like what was left of soul, Made of all the life you stole. Walk divine but made of sin, Worm of hatred squrim within. Sin of lust and sin of pride, Lash the tongue that last has lied. Yours was silver with a promise, Kiss of death and then you vomit. Bu