The DestroyerI cry out, for it to end,I tear away so hard.Fighting for a freedom,I dream for still.Drive a stake through me,maybe you'll reach my heart.These horns I can feel,piercing my will.Feel my life bleed,reap my future away.I distort, I deform,Slowly it all fades away.Where is this light,what does the destroyer bring?Or is it just inside my mind?Can I escape from everything?The Angel of Death,he is my friend,and friend's are often close by.What is the reason that i am still here?Why do i live?Why not just die?My purpose, my destiny,My dreams, my life.It seems these things,hold the seams of me togeth
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