want to kill it, but can't. it would like the attention. evil it takes my thoughts and twists them it takes the memories and scrambles them until no originality is left run away or fight fight it with light see it melt from blue to green trapped in a cage for all to see until it burns away and tries to come back to me and bug me for another day stressed
Isobel Ocho · Tue Mar 03, 2009 @ 08:13am · 0 Comments |