Dagliga arkiv:september 22, 2014

A little heart is pounding in my chest   Pounding as long as this reality is my prison   I´m gonna walk away from this reality where there is no grace for me at all

The perfect crime has been comitted A baldheaded idiot has done his awful deed   He sits there content and satisfied   I´m sick of hate and despair What can I possibly do?   The treasure that I´d worked hard to create is devasted   The scoundrel believes he´s gonna get away with it withoutFortsätt läsa ”My treasure”