In my little white room, I talk to myself, waiting for that judgement, to be put upon that shelf. These are my thoughts, that which is in my head, I'm just waiting to be strapped down, shot up...dead. I know that if I give up I will surely be locked away, but worry not, for I shall come back...someday. I am something that no man can kill, I cannot be cured by a shot or a pill, for now you know- I am EVIL.Birth sign: Sagittarius
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