Secret Story:END:My Final Rememberance

My cold and empty heart sits at the mercy of those who wish to feed apon it, soon i fully begin to realize how the coldest winters of hell wait for me to beg at its feet. i crall to the devils door in search of my soal
back from witch it had stolen. i ach in agany as my head is torn from doing what is wright and what is easy. the pain and tension grows between me and my foe. it is easy to hate but impossible to forgive.
it may as well be a blind ambition for me to go each way, all ways are an end in witch none wish to witness, the pain drifts with no escaping. every time invisioned the
hate and rage flows so vilently threw these veins, the cold and unforgiving steel that lies apon this flesh witch spills the blood, staining the floor below. sealing these wounds i may never do i shall in witch act apon to render these thoughts
blind and tame the hate at this time. i may as well kneel to hells doors if i trully wish to follow in the footsteps of the greater evil that lies within side my own very heart. i beg to you of myself, to cut the losses
of this foolish nightmare in witch part of me seeks the blood apon this bullet i may unleash when the clock skips ahead to that very second. At this time i invision how life for me would be at its peak if only my
inner thoughts would flow over and become reality. as fable as this is i know that it may never be true and i can soon force this memory only into my storyies that i will tell hopeing to be false. ill end them to this
and leave behind my silly thoughts, but never i shall go without the hate that you bestoed apon me, that is one i may hold on to and casting aside the feelings that lay in my eyes, every tear is a thoughtless memory
that i may never have to hold on to again. i may live my life now as a new person, i may now follow a path in witch i created and not following in your footsteps, that had layed you to the hatred and
mercey that you stand alone with today. good riddens.