This has never been my soul intention.: marzo 2011

martes, 22 de marzo de 2011

Bueno, y ahora voy a escribir porque tengo followers nuevos.

Okay, no, ya me arrepentí.

in the end it's not about what you have
in the end it's all about where you wanna go
and route you take to get there I hope you think that's fair
cause you've only got one life to lead

so don't take for granted those little things
those little things are all that we have

Dead hands clutch my arm
The smell of death fills the air
Her fragrance,
Her carcass reanimates.
Since you left me, things have never been the same.
Hour by hour, day by day.
Your memory will fade away.
Every sunrise, every sunset
Will help me to forget your name,
Your smile, your eyes
Medusa.
Decapitate her and bring her head to athena
Unlike her sisters, She ain't no deathless God.
This is for everytime you stabbed me in the back
For every notch in your bed post
This is for everytime you stabbed me in the back
For every notch in your bed post