is there any posible way of to break-out from here, scape to my dream world, eaten by red hair, treat and itch, black roses, and white trees, pink maggots, and greenish putrid like blood made rivers...
a place where you can hear the echoes of the pain itself scream, where everyday that parts will lead me to my home... and so my shades they hide under the blue, purple sun... אינסופית
