I stand here, cold blood covering my hands...I see the bloods owner on the floor in front of me, he has my face..but it's not me, it's the man I used to be, and I'm his murderer.
so I'm just ranting about all these thoughts in my head...I want to apply them to my poetry and will probably be upping some soon. If I get the time and effort.
who knows.
~See You, Space Cowboy~