My name is Tony Accardo. Eyes have
not seen and ears have not heard of the pain I've endured. My tears
create a river in a desert that is my soul; that is my agony and
still, even with no motivation to do so, I march. I march... No
destination, no ideal. When a wolf is born into domestication he
adapts and he is called domesticated. When a wolf is born into the
wild, he is called wild. When a man is born in hell what is he
called? When he... struggles to adapt to the ways of man - the
ideal. What is he called? When he... is literally falling to pieces
and that man's life is amazingly overflowing with pain. What is
that man? When that man's only content is a void that consists of
loneliness, hopelessness, but yet he remains composed, silent. That
man has walked through hell. A hell that many are familiar with but
very few live to talk about. Some would go so far as to call that
man dead. Dead in his heart. In his eyes his pain resides for the
world to see, and yet, still not understand. My silence is the
answer.
I REPLY TO ALL NOTES.
CANCERS, SCORPIOS, AND PISCES ONLY! lol
When the
tears dry up and the rain's all gone
And my mind
falls asleep I remain all alone
One thought
from insanity in pain on my throne
Intoxicated
from my sorrows, it plays like a song
When I die
don't cry for me, regret, or wish me
well
Every
second of my life is death my destiny is
hell.
