I scream at the blue sky until it turns as cold and black as the feelings within, then rip the shroud from the heavens and wear the tattered cloak of the forgotten once more, with full intent to make the scorched earth mirror the torment whirling inside, standing on the precipice I must make the decision on weather or not to lay waste to everything beautiful the mud ball has concocted, the strength of will to bring oblivion back to it's state of dominance is the only question that remains.----------------------------
Sorry for that but I'm kinda bummed, as I have been for a bit, maybe I should take James advice and grow a beard, though I'd probably look like a 16 year old lumberjack.
Song of the day is : Thrice - To Awake And Avenge The Dead (!)
Ugh! I might have to change my name!
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