by Ƨнα∂σω Ƙιƨƨ » Wed Jan 19, 2011 12:26 pm
Synyster paused, letting his hand drop, before he looked over at the painting again. Honestly, he didn't know what it meant, "I-I don't know," he admitted softly.


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