about me: Emerged from the abyss of suffering, 197 years old, barely a human. I sometimes look at the cemetery because i am jealous that people there living in my dream.
-Vanessa-
about me: Emerged from the abyss of suffering, 197 years old, barely a human. I sometimes look at the cemetery because i am jealous that people there living in my dream.
Line of poetry goes here
Another line of darkness
Fading into the black metal abyss...
Cold wind howling
Graves covered in frost
All hope is lost...