by Mustang1 » Tue Jun 24, 2014 3:28 am
Nodding, at the sound of his name being called, Ray watches as Enelya delicately replaces the medicine being held together by the bandages, holding back the pain in his eyes and replacing it with dullness, watching her every movement. Coughing slightly, his neck wound continuing to burn, the flareon looked up only to say," Will Zack with his shoulder blades injured, Jimmy with wings that could be permanantly damaged, and Sync with a torn leg, do you think they will be able to heal.."
Ƭιℓℓ ∂ɛαтн ∂σ ωɛ ραят? ωнαт α ℓιɛ.
You view me kind and sane, yet I am the maniac behind the killing.
I seem fine and full of joy, but deep down I'm crying tears of blood.
Do you know that despise looking fine, inside I am bleeding slowly?
What you see as happiness, is what I consider dead to the world.
You can never comfort me, not when a hole you already made has taken away my soul, my identity, me.
'Sometimes I keep my feelings to myself because its hard for someone else to understand them.' ~ Ray the Flareon