Shit day, and can't go back to sleep, looking back on my life my scars of the pash. Reflecting on the past, and have cum the point that the mask of life I pass on as me is starting to brake. It's time to embrace the cold dead part of me. My love has bin snuffed out a long time ago, so brake your self agents my stones, spit your pity in my sole, I don't care! I know I have friends that will try but there's only so much that can be healed and I welcome that. I'm don't know these town is a bad smelling wound in my life "Krogan saying"