Psychovamp0

As we look around, Nothing is as it seams, Bombs drop, Buildings burn... BUTfor every bomb that drops, for every building that burns, there is always hope from the ones that lost. Maybe they lost a little, Maybe they lost everything, But there is always that chance that they may get it all back... For i am one of those people, The one that some call the shadow man... I'm a shadow wrapped in sunlight, surrounded by lies, hidden by hate, forgotten in rhymes. Lost forever from the hatred that people cast upon each other. Trying to dodge the stares. "Whats wrong with me?" I'm just like every one else... or am I.... and a single voice an