sunday

my page is starting to get some shape.. need lots of Viggos thou...
Mel is still ill and I don't know how to help.
wish it was me not her, but you don't choose that things did ya?
lots of lost souls this days waiting for a balsam against the lonelyness, pain and anguish that surround us
wandering alone here in this cold empty place is hurting more and more but I can't cry the durmant beast will awake if I let out a whimper, plenty of wounds over my flesh, sore muscles under my thick skin, I need the man, I need the gun I need the whisper after the kiss, I need to end up everything, have you seen Sin city?
wish I could get off this feeling like a coat, but its tattoed on me and hurt so bad...