Sweet sins scars my horizon. Got nothing to expect in
this emotional unstable time. Looking forward there is
a meanningless life to go. Path of sorrow! Age of decay!
Pictures of wrong decisions veils my sleep but the
lines are drawns. Nothing could release me. Am I born to
excuse my way of thinking? Am I force to justifiy who
I am? Death. Sweet death could be a mercyful fate.
Delivered of despair. New kind of freedom. A new kind of
face.