Reflections of a killer and a Crystal Lake |
I forgot where I was today, though the trees blow in a breeze without a care in the world, the faint smell of rust and mold fills the air. I feel relaxed at home in this atmosphere, almost as if I hav... Posted by on Sat, 14 Feb 2009 02:06:00 GMT |
Real Eyes, Realize, Real Lies |
Forever bleeding into a river of hate. I've fallen to far, can make no mistakes. I don't understand what brought me to this. Though I can assure you, it will not be missed. They say erratic an addict,... Posted by on Mon, 20 Oct 2008 07:34:00 GMT |