To Darkness "My heart was flawed I knew my weakness, so hold my hand consign me not to darkness" M.S
A Thought Those who look in a mirror and see even the slightest of what they wish to see intrigue me. I don't know whether I would know how to deal with that, being content with myself.
Lions People lied to them Pressured them to go Said that the would be heroes But they did not know That what made men was fragile And could be broken in two Whether it body or mind Many died for a few But now people are proud Of the nation that murdered its own That turned them into empty rotting shells For they kept hold of 'their' throne.
