no sound no place my emotions take place. no air no lover theres a pitch-black underworld. theres 2 types of pain thats life and theres death. no air no sound of a deep deep breath my eyes are my soul my body is so cold isolated concentrated needled by passion lies and hurt love and loving sweet as the kiss of a vampires kiss air by the sun confused by the by the glumless look of your face. the evil by the love the death from above the smell of the scentless flower mistakenly took from its roots cant you see this flower its looks are painful just like your looks.