While talking to epiphany i typed this out of no where
So may i get shot in the face. Or will i have to be replaced. The tears roll down like blood from a thron crown. The cuts down the arms show ever so much more when he tries to cover the whores. He fakes, he plays, and he never can be a pleasure. He wonders where his life will be in 20 years or so
An Oldey
I Will hear a gun shot then hear no more. It is my blood body that will hit the floor. So much blood so much gore. All over the wall and down the door.
Anoter one pulled out of the ass which sucks
Running through the grave site trying to get a turn to the light. Feeling ever so cold not knowing if he will behold the sweet embrace. The Sweet embrace of heaves wings or the burning sinsation of hells Fiends. He feels so alive yet he is so dead every one looked up to him as if he was a hero. He was only a womenizer, only a sinner, only the one who could hide her. The one and only person they looked up to the one they called a hero the one who was only there number one zero
A really shitty one
I ran
I ran until my legs burned
I ran until my lungs turned
I ran so far away i lost site of your gorgeous eyes
I ran until i felt alive
I ran past the point of puking
I ran through the thoughts of every child
I ran past my own set miles
I just ran forever till i had something to look forward too
I ran just so i could see you
(oh i know its contradicting) | 
