the daRkness witHin: 3
sEe yOu uNdergRound the gRound is cOld lying in the daRk a tOugh light rOaMing through the rOoM no sMell only the sOund of deAth passing by labOur in heLl wHere a sweet fIre buRns all bodies by the minute they regRet putRefIed fLesh all over the bOnes those deMons don't matter i can't hear the... Sign in to see full entry.