moevango
Echoing all over is the sound of laughter,
Haunting my sad soul,
Its me they are coming after.
Laughter i too shall use as my weapon, for i am faster!
Half of wat I used to be. Half is all that I can see. I am half a man destroying everything I see touch and I do it so calmy as the world falls around me. I watch not being able to do anything.
i have lived a lie, i have convinced myself that this false dellusional reality was real.... how sad i should feel. i cannot even start to get a foreal heartfelt seal on my bleeding broken tormented soul