Two days until I hand my executioner his axe.
I have to kill my own and only hopes and dreams for the future in a matter of hours.
They've been bleeding out for days. I'm only signing the certificate, making it official.
The mourning began as soon as the first bullet took a leave of absence from its chamber.
"Heaven can wait. There's still work to do in Hell."
A certain blue-eyed demon is not quite in the ground.
"Can you save my heavydirtysoul for me?"
