Post by RaisinHell on Mar 7, 2012 19:04:52 GMT
I am always running, always running from the ghosts of the past, always on the move.
The pills make me strong again, able to face them head-on.
But it never lasts.
Never.
I die over and over again.
And when the drug rages inside me, I become a monster.
I want to scream, but I have no tongue.
"I am faceless! Let me die the last death!"
I can only pray that if there is no mercy in hell, there will be no quarters either.
There will be no quarters either.
There will be no quarters either.
No more quarters....
No more quarters
Taken from; www.rockpapercynic.com/index.php?date=2009-06-10
