July 10, 2009 8:36pm CST
Moaning, Weeping, Sweeping. Cold, Tired, Crying... Holding your hand, Looking into your eyes... The blood is there, the blood is there! You moan and try to move. I grip your hand tighter. The bullet got your heart... And mine shall soon follow....
• United States
11 Jul 09
ewww, I wouldn't want to sleep with him! *lol* I hope you don't have the nightmares, I go to sleep to police documentaries about serial killers and rapists. Don't ask me why...0_o* I was inspired by your fishing trip poem. I totally forgot to mention that.