thehartford

Nighttime Fruity Loops Studio session with me, myself and I.

"A familiar face, staring back at me. In a broken mirror and an empty seat. The gun is empty, while the edge is red. A vacant look upon an empty head. an empty bottle and scattered clothes. The world is burning, weve lost our foes. the time wont cease, even in the end. Lying eyes open, on the inside dead. No spot in heaven, too bad for hell, stuck in between an empty shell."