If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for

The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly

no words to express to screwed up in the head don’t know what to say have nothing to explain for once words fail me

Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are

i’ve never met somebody who set my blood on fire quite like this with flames moving throughout my body

Thief and dark angel what a pair they make Her hiding in the dark stealing their secrets Him in the open with

I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could

There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind

What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed