Life: each breath i take adds another chain each heart beat puts another knife through me and with every second i cry another bullet flies in at me
miss...
i miss the way the blade feels sliding threw my skin, and all the paths i trace with it over and over again, i miss the taste of iron on my finger tips the sweet moise nacter bleeding from within, i miss the the adrenaline hat lil rush i get when i feels like the first time i've ever took a hit, i miss the fun and the risk has already begone