Broad incision sits across the evening
A victem to our fathers lost war
The restless children sit and mourn the graves
Of those they've never seen before
Will they be buried here among the dead
In silent secret
The pioneers in dealing with it they march for dawn, for Will, and worry
The truth be told the child was born
Man your own jackhammer
Man your battle stations
we'll have you dead pretty soon now...
So tell me what for?
Why for this bloodless savior?
Man your battle stations
We'll have you home pretty soon now...
A lurking motion with curious to curtain your first move
Oh through arms length they'll break protocol
Chil
The stars took your pupils form and forced mine to wet.
Negligent to my health my caulis hands force a spiteful regret.
Creating my number in chart of those who haven't gotten over.
Carve my mistakes deep into my foot, to walk in a limp steady and sober.
preach your home body.
FELLOW DEVIANTS!!!...ive been gone for quite sometime now...havent really had time with these wicked midterms...there has been extreme character development with chris.
For one my birthday recently passed...
Such a great birthday minus the food poisoning...:(
MY ADDICTION TO "American McGee's ALICE" has grown more and more as the hours progress...yet I refused to affiliate art odes from the "super cool" EA games creation to my gallery.
Dolce & Gabbana Eau de Toilette, my mouth watering scent.
Oh how I O.D., :)
My obsession with tatoo design has become more of an addiction...will power is an neccesity...me and my latent wants.
Love is i