Caught between the good and evil with these riddles that i write. My body, mind, and soul are just the minerals of light to a combination making up the pixels in my life. I don't know why I'm so confused with the delusions of love, when I'm incapable to fell the hearts I ruin when I touch. I've fallen from a God that doesn't listen to my prayers, because the cry for help is coming from a voice that isn't there. And so ive lost a few days to this beast in my skull, with no sleep and it shows... I keep composer with a bigger dose...