*cuts self*
*cries*

I am at one with the void.
My whispered blackness is never heard
this cruel nature is a sort
of suicide.
I cannot listen to your lies.

I understand the difference of
this helpless power
I wish I were dead,
hung, in my artists Bower.

Light Sux Black is my favorite shade of black.

I'm fond of Openly Gray and Dorian Gray.