If only I hadn't of left my camera in fitchburg.

[onelastseraphim]

I could take a picture of the tears, the staining blood dripping, dripping down the dead side of a hand.

Never shall be love again.

Poetry to Prose, Prose to Poetry.

Forever locked sweetly in my heart.
Goodbye, for I have finally died and slipped into a world not worth saving.

If only someone knew...