Tormented Soul of an Empty Grave - Before I Knew You

Tormented Soul of an Empty Grave

Things were beginning to take a turn for the worse.

I thought I had a handle on this thing, but this thing had a handle on me. Stress and utter fear internalized and cemented my soul into pessimism. There was no rest for me. I was rotting from spiritual and mental decay from the inside out. I wreaked of death, and I was the only one that could smell it. Grief hit me ...