marți, 21 aprilie 2015

I ll never sleep again.

Anything has to be like an art.
Face me.
    Perfect.



You have to be perfect.
The war is art.




Anything darker then black is not a choise.
You have no idea how it's in there.





I was the last survivor but shall I ve died.
Outlast,fell and buy me.




I am down so I can tight it up
I bite


My pride



I catch my fear





And I die.

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