solidão, como Jerry a descreveu.

There's no out, downside, up for good, no light nor reflection understood . Had to try, perversion satisfied... Insane... so, I indulge the beast awhile. When hurting yourself feels right and there's nothing familiar in sight, take the time to pull the weeds, choking flowers in your life. Or seal your doom, cold transparent blue locked inside a room in solitude. There's no flesh, my own ghost awaits. Unclean, defiled, hallucinatory state... lust, sloth, not my only sins. It's just how, when it's time, on a degradation trip...

When hurting yourself feels right, long gone the will to fight, take the time to pull the weeds choking flowers in your life or seal your doom, cold transparent blue locked inside a room in solitude.



Insanity takes you so black, it's untrue...