by Ƨнα∂σω Ƙιƨƨ » Sun Jan 16, 2011 4:42 am
Synyster wandered out of his house, and began walking into town. It wasn't light enough for Forsaken to be gone. It was too dark. Oh well. He walked down the street, searching for an art shop with his dagger drawn.


So what if I can't forget you?
I'll burn your name into my throat
I'll be the fire that'll catch you
What's so good about picking up the pieces?
What if I don't even want to