I am the unique species called Layla . I feast on creativity.
I embrace life within my own standards, not yours.
I have an almost unbearable fear of being alone, yet for some odd reason I seem to push the people closest to me farther and farther away.
I’m very hardheaded, skeptical, and intelligent. So I can see through your lies.
I take random ideas from my screwed up mind, stab a pencil or a paintbrush onto some paper or canvas, and you people seem to call it art.
…But, hey. I enjoy ever minute of it.
"It's a hell of a long walk back to Eden, sweetheart, so don't sweat the small stuff."
Comment me.
This head is haunted by a chorus in the sky
The voices aren’t mine
I kiss the darkness as I see the whites of their eyes
They’re crawling up my spine
They bloom at midnight in the middle of the moonlight
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Fangs Up!,
