She's really worried right now bout something and I hope she can trust me. Baby, I love you so much. I'm sorry I have been busy. Give me a week to adjust to all my new stuff
Now I have to go to work


Mortal Is The HeroThey call me a tragic hero My armor is non existent My powers shut down Now mortal Totally useless I feel something drip down my face WHat is this? Red like flame Thicker than sweat Taste like iron Is this what they call 'blood'? I don't bleed My enemy now stronger than ever Please do it fast I hate this feeling they call 'pain' Please My perfect enemy Stick the spear farther in my heart Harder I wanna feel everything Baby please kill me Slower, Faster, Softer, HarderMortal Is The Hero


Right Here BabyDoes she look good? Most likely. Is it for you? Not anymore. Oh, how you wish Oh, how you've cried Waiting... Just waiting That's all you're good for anymore No angel No love And I'm sorry Really I am I want to say I love you When I'm still trying to hold on Smile my way Please? I never did anything to deserve this Just shot me Dead straight in the heart Let me help you with that Right here baby There you go Keep it steady On three One... Two... Three.. Click BangRight Here Baby


I Will Always...I Will Always Love YouI Will Always...
I Will Love You Till The World Stops Spinning,
All The Stars Burn out,
And The Sun Falls Off The Face Of The Universe.
I Will Love You Until God Himself Strikes Me Down Where I Stand,
Even Though My Eyes Rolled Back,
White As A Ghost,
My Lungs Shriveled Up Like Old Grapes.
My Heart Stops Beating Like A Big Crunch,
After Existence,
My Brain Now Rendered Useless,
I'll Still Love You,
Even After All This,
As I Lie Dead
I Feel This Explosion,
My Mind Sends All It's Messages,
My Lungs Fill With The Fresh Clean Air,


playground fanfarehe takes three steps up the stairs for fun and slides the banaster for childhood laughs. if ignorance is bliss he is an immortal eros.playground fanfare
ignorance. mistaken phrase he knows all. see things unclouded sees the heaven on a playground the joy in a simple swing. no need for sadness, he's too busy being happy.
small fingers wrapped around a crayon streaks of color on a wall. a scolding mother. but why scold . after all he's an immortal eros.
he grows older. sees the ugliness in man. loses sight of the heaven around him &nbs
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