Guns, blood and corrupt power. Every day I'm surrounded by those things and every day my soul slowly gets colder and colder. Being able to kill and manipulate should have crushed me down to dust by now but yet I'm still going. But. Can I bare a crown that has thorns? Can I carry the weight of my mistakes and actions and still go on? Or will this be the day I snap. Warning contains - violence, self harm, sexual themes, drug use, strong language