The next person I love, will be some kind of phenomenon. He will show me that this is not just another game. Because I am not just another pawn.
By Raidyn Wallace6 years ago in Poets
Bound by chains My soul is your slave My body, the crime scene My mind on replay Sorrow fills my veins There's nothing left to save
Breathe in... Hold it Squeeeeezzzee Breathe out. The clinkering of casings crashing to the ground, create a melody Serenity.
You are my Grim Reaper You stood tall You stood proud Your picture upon the wall You stood our from the crowd You were smart
Betrayal Defeat Shame Pain Torment Pick your poison... I've tasted them all. Bitter... is the taste you left. Aghast...
