Friday, September 16, 2005


Nothing In Particular

Swimming helplessly praying for the end of time but only greeted by a reaper with a smirk and a hatchet that cuts through me and a soul that bleeds black my heart ripped apart by a cerrated knife that lives and breathes with a vengence only matched by a heartless evil, breathing and thriving; hate follows our shadows.


What I Think

Say anything you want; do what you want, love who you want, hate who you want... just justify it and don't mess with my loved ones. Fair?

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