In every good there is an brewing deep down inside.
Sometimes that evil gets out. This is where my evil is to be released.
Be it evil. Be it dark. Be it sin. Be it It is the evil.
The evil from within.
From within me. Release me from its hold.
Release me from the evil within.
Why are we here?
The second we're born, we're on our way out.
Every breath we breathe could be our last.
Every tear we cry could be our last.
Every sound we hear could be our last.
Every thought could be our last.
This could be the last thing I write.
Who knows?
Does anyone know?
Who has the answer?
Is there an answer?
Is there even a question?
What the hell is the point of all of this?
Why the hell am I writing this?
Why do I even bother?
Fuck it.
