Out Cold
Death is in the eye of
The beholder like a falling rock from the sky
The overwhelming pressure of not being able
Breath and see the darkness all around you being murdered or lying in a pool of blood
It doesn't matter who love's you or who care's about you
'Cause it doesn't matter where your going no one will ever remember you any way.
Death is the only
The begging of torment
By: N. Absol