He is deadly. Dark, cold and full of pain. He is lost and damaged beyond repair. He is all these things, and yet he feels no shame to use them against me, like I should feel sorry for him, that I should forgive him for the pain he has caused, because I too, am broken.… Continue reading Stand with the Enemy
We have made a mess, haven't we? We have become those people who had broke us. Bitter. We're lost in a crowd of people unable to save us. Are we worth saving? Because I can no longer breathe. This lost world has taken my body and torn it in two. Left me bleeding on the… Continue reading Before.