fucking wayne.

Blood still flows from an open woundIn a room one heart beats where there were twoThe killer had a knife and golden blonde hairHer eyes, black and blue, they had been that way for yearsShe planned her escape once the beatings begunBut she did not know to use a knife or a gunAlone again, and a fist to her faceHe turned his back.... she attacked.This profile was edited with SpaceCodes.com - Profile Editor MySpace HELP Profile Help!