“What kind of people?" The dead kind. The still-walking-around kind. The reeking, stinking, rotting-from-the-inside-out kind. Toothy and grinning, nasty with the dark and the dust of abandoned strip mines. But none of that was the whole truth. They were more… — Brenna Yovanoff Copy Share Image
Rotting her from the inside. Penetrating deeper and deeper every day. We are at our end so let's continue to move forward and destroy ourselves. — Suicide Silence Copy Share Image
