As I sit here wondering in darkness the moonless night the howlings of wolves seems closer as I walk the never ending road to perrish and never be seen again, tears flow like the river of blood as I lay motionless to wait for my end to come nothings more satasfying than to lay and bleed til the grim reaper starts talking never to be afraid. Is it only a nightmare or is it reality? Seems like eveywhere i go destruction and hate follow. Am I hated that much or am i just a spec of dirt that everyone wipes off? I no longer feel that im wanted here on earth or anywhere by that matter maybe i should let the moon cry and my flesh die either or it dont matter soon it will all go away.