I ask myself, why does everything mean nothing to me? Sometimes I think the noose would stop the hate running through me...
Let the blood flow... leave my broken existence..
Breathing slowing, that glowing light is hope in the distance...
2020 • The Darker Side Of Deranged
2020 • The Darker Side Of Deranged
2020 • The Darker Side Of Deranged
2020 • The Darker Side Of Deranged
2020 • The Darker Side Of Deranged
2020 • Desecrated Circus
2020 • Desecrated Circus
2020 • Desecrated Circus
2020 • Desecrated Circus
2020 • Desecrated Circus
2020 • The Darker Side Of Deranged
2020 • The Darker Side Of Deranged