mazaroo
Here I am in the cold and dark, under the moonlight and in a grave yard. It's the 21st of January the only day I'll remember, the living hell of my memories go on right here for ever. It's not the fact I know they are dead and gone, no its…
as I wall down the dark alley way, I hear the most strangest noises, dogs been unleaded, barking madly. A man in pain, screaming like no one else could scream in so much terror. It was a dark, dingy night. Clouds where hiding the moon from …