March 2012
No matter how death comes I will take it breath by breath. when he comes for my soul I will no longer be low. my life should be no more I tell death what the hell am I waiting for?
Dear friends of this academy Oh, Romeo is bleeding to death.. To see a friend bleed to death What for, some kind of metaphor That I can't see.. So I'll drink until I see it. This sky will make me sic