I know how to strangle my emotions and to bury them underneath the realm I wrap the corpse and cleared the notions resumed the trip, with a hollow soul at the helm. The 19 year old conscience sometimes spits it out and the dead souls curse me for aborting them haunts me to not let them sprout you can't imagine them existed on my stem. In the end, I'm a cold-blooded murderer who slaughtered all those weeps behind the lashes choked my laughs beneath the lips like a torturer and immersed my Love deep down inside the heart's ashes.