red death

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cries of red death hollering down the varnished hallways of life screams and teardrops only to follow death we are the red death we make it our own we hold it close to us we cradle it in our arms we want to near it we bury it our hearts we add it to our lives and decision and in the end we crave the sadness that we bring upon ourselves

"life is pain, you only get used to it"

i really like this bit it paints a image in my mind good job

""Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth" -oscar wilde"