Aug 12, 2004 01:47
dear ambellina, the Prize wishes you to watch over me
i've fought the decisions that call and lost my part as the relevant piece in this
i will come reformed
in short for the murders of those i court i bless the hour that holds your fall
sincerely, i will kill you all
i will call you out from shelter burn your wings you'll know no better
i will call you out from shelter burn your wings and learn their letters