im devin.fuck you.
i drink a lot,some people would call me miserable
i call it real,down to earth ya know
happiness is a myth,drunk is the closest thing
. The Commentator's Despair
reflection in her tears. i can still feel that sight of relief. confided in me. i feel safe in your arms. the picture in her mind with the reinvented fear that had long since settled deep in her inside. i wish i knew your feelings. i cannot catch the depth. i cant merely scratch the surface. are your dreams sweet? filled with all those precious memories of the spirit you've destroyed. contracted, is a most horrifying infection. that's robbed security and destroyed trust. my heart burns true. i am forever changed. the sun is black and i am ashamed. like her, this will never leave me. Oh precious memories.
