2016-12-27 21:50
Modified:
description
<p>Excerpt:</p> <p>Even as I dream of this memory every sleepless night, wishing to forget it at the break of light, to become numb, my hands shake to wipe clean the blood of these frail hands. So worthless and prideful I have been, too much, shall I go to hell now, I would not oppose such fine judgement, Even as I dream in days of such a happy ending to come.</p>
rss-feeder