Sometimes I think like a killer. Yet I talk like a hippie. Trying to destroy demons, that I keep with me. Words are either the healer or harmer of wounds. But they don’t understand what you doing until they standing over your tomb saying your time came to soon.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 4:03 PM UTC
Sometimes I think like a killer. Yet I talk like a hippie. Trying to destroy demons, that I keep with me. Words are either the healer or harmer of wounds. But they don’t understand what you doing until they standing over your tomb saying your time came to soon.