Your chances are slowly fading my dear
i hope you dont get to attached--
like i did these past few minutes
falling so deep with your beauty. the reflection you give off is a little less of intruiging, dont you think?
your nothing more than a toolyou know. a substance i use to relieve the grief layed out by those who claim my fortune, love that is.
used;is what you should be feeling.
baby please, idont love you.
i love your touch, the burn you release with every sketch i intend to make in this work of art i call my flesh.
see me and accept me. because this is all the attention your going to be recieving.
teenage heartache
