This is a realistic horror about what the consquences are to crime.You always go in one way and come out another, hardened by the criminals you do time with.Society itself punishes you, hardens you and slaps you in with a bunch of convicts who know the rules of the game.You then become aware that you either do or die and inevitably become an even worse criminal than what you were when you went in, straying from all pupose, leading you down the devils path of enlightment. Perhaps we know someone like this,or have a family member like this, but no one ever likes to admit it as though they themselves are the ones that committed the crime.I wrote this for my brother.

To be held back by something.

God’s love is radical – it can eradicate any addiction that entangles us.

Cleanliness. Does being clean really help? I think not. I believe we all need to be exposed to Dirt.

Souls lost without a name.

Terminal illness.

What it’s like to be the devil’s eyes.

Nobody realizes that some aren’t parasites by choice. And we’re all parasites in some way or another, so we just accept.

When love is so strong it doesn’t matter if that person doesn’t love you back. Parasitic nature is dangerous stuff.

A song about death.