Most Times, I Love the Darkness

By Munesu Most times, I love the darkness. Other times, I crave the pain. I love the feeling of bullets piercing through me As I stand in the cold rain. Lying over red-hot coals. […]
By Munesu Most times, I love the darkness. Other times, I crave the pain. I love the feeling of bullets piercing through me As I stand in the cold rain. Lying over red-hot coals. […]