Back.

Ok, I took down my shit, because I was getting sick of seeing people use it as their own work. But I don't really care anymore I you really can't do this sort of thing by yourself then I pity you enough. And, rather have my stuff actually being read by some people then just myself and a few friends anyways I'll start updating this again. So get prepared bitches.

Back.

Ok, I took down my shit, because I was getting sick of seeing people use it as their own work. But I don't really care anymore I you really can't do this sort of thing by yourself then I pity you enough. And, rather have my stuff actually being read by some people then just myself and a few friends anyways I'll start updating this again. So get prepared bitches.

I fade from myself.
I miss them again.
What have I got?
Bloody, broken, hidden away.
I seek the ropes from which I hang.
Or so it seems.
That this dance...
Flesh on flesh have rendered me blind.
But I... I look into their eyes.
I look into stone.
I'd rather be stepped on...
Then left alone.
This is the moment.
I'll change.
No longer the same.
I cannot trust someone...
That will not trust me.