Mar 2015
I am but a crook, seeking solace from a pure source,
which I can only (hope to) taint
with the blood of the wealthy, of course.
Remembering summer is you weeping on my doorstep as another victim was claimed.
which I can only (hope to) taint
with the blood of the wealthy, of course.
Remembering summer is you weeping on my doorstep as another victim was claimed.
A series of ramblings about the girl I love and how I never cease hurting her, even if she doesn't know it all the time.
