Tears flow when cornered and as the rat is trapped, cords swollen into her wrists as my mother died to rest. Fallen is their humble red-list Mark me as the number one suspect when it comes to fun, but sick is the trolling and I do admit this, I'm doing away with crazy. Not every-one gets me, or anarchy of a lunatic. I'm trying not be be anymore, deep well of introspection I need to get better, feel well before next axed log has fell.