by Ƨнα∂σω Ƙιƨƨ » Sun Jan 16, 2011 10:33 am
Synyster stood there for a long while, before he got a clean canvase, and face it away from her, before he started painting. He'd never painted before, but he had an amazing artistic ability.


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