they try to divide us. humiliate us- they aim at our hearts with fear, with force. - they need us to fire back to justify their rifles but our hands stay open.
Tag: War
draft day
if you could see all the unsent messages; you'd think bombs were going off just need to see you tonight on our last; for just a second free
title match
i remember when the wants for loud and graphic playing in bands gametime in an arena the thrill of the chase of the next big thing now i just want the world to slow down not to spin so hard for a little quiet
comfort nightmare
take a minute and relax was it that serious she spilled a drink on you; flares burst like the fourth of July she'll never forget this night, four seasons passed n as she woke from her bed at the four seasons from her comfort nightmare
Saint's Muse 