With my demons of reality I sit alone in my lost world of pain with the coldness crawling under my skin, I often wonder why everything about me is something that is forbidden to be loved..I turn to my a friend for love and understanding and only finding myself asking for something I can never recieve. I'm cursed with the eternal presense of the being that lives beneath this skin, soon will everything turn to shit once more, only returning me to my dark grave, every move made is a move hat only brings me closer to my dimise. The thing I fear most is not being away from everyone else, but being alone with just myself.