Hold you demons at hand, mark your gave in the stand, will we all fall and die or will we live and spread our wings to fly. We grasp our worlds decay, the mold of time in whitch we play. We hold our heads high to the possibilitys of destruction that our government lay.
If i need you, will you come, but if i fall will you be there. I love you but hate you, i know you and want you. Cuddle Me close hold me tight, look deep into my eyes let your lips press against mine as we fly into our dreams. I feel as light as air and with one leep i'll let go and be gone so hold me close hold me tight, and let us fly away together.
I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you're looking for ransom, I can tell you I don't have money... but what I do have are a very particular set of skills. Skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you unfollow me now, that will be the end of it - I will not look for you, I will not pursue you... but if you don't, I will look for you, I will find you... and I will kill you.
I felt like I had to acknowledge you, but I didn't want to add to the mass of "thanks for the follow" posts on your profile.
the school of hell, a trap in life. we tell eachother our lies. our minds brutal, always fighting for the knife. they laugh and make fun, they play their little game of a shun, but all we can do is run.
coarting pain knocking at your door, shouting anger screaming in your mind. falling fast as the storm in your brain, as your feelings flow onto the blank darkness of your time.