Walking down the path in the graveyard I see falling from the black skies The snow as white as the wings of a angel But still as beautiful as it is
Tag: black skies
No consiquences
I,ve reached that poinit in almost no-ones life where consiquences just dont matter. I cant find my phantoms, and cant find a way to kill what I cant find. I can’t kill my-self… pity, cuz as pitiful as life is, my soulmate wont let me, to kill one is like killing the other (crazy)