

blahit drips down the walls, my unyielding hate. burns me inside. fuels my passion.blah
crimson red. the walls are stained. with my own hate, or my own blood?
so wait, hold up, what just happened here?
we play his game,
I lose control. so he screams my name. Im too young to disappear.
breathe in his voice he has control. my body quivers
the darkest hour
hes chained to my soul. the devils in my room tonight.
What are watchers..?
I'm sorry for such a nooby question.
I've never been on deviantart before. D:
and ohmy, your layouts are amazing. (:
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