He wears his heart
safety pinned to his backpack
His backpack is all that he knows
Shot down by strangers
whose glances can cripple
the heart and devour the soul




Born to Blossom,
Bloom to Perish

♥

OMG so its like 11 PM on june 20th and its my birthdayyyyyy im like sweet 16 now yay! and omg i got a new tattoo!!!! on my foot! =D
http://img126.imageshack.us/img126/9025/dsc03380aa5.jpg
everyone says they hurt so much....well guess what, im here to tell u that it wasnt that bad. not at all. i just laughed it out =P but hey thats just me lol
so yeah, its a good day =]

The Death of Swing City

swaying to the music
sweet sound ringing in ears
eyes on the night sky
twisted light of fire and stars
refined cloudy air
tonight He is here!
Death comes to seek His revenge
sythe in hand, cloak on His back
bony fingers curled around the blade
a man plays his guitar 
in the alley of doomsday
only to be sucked dry of his soul
a few seconds away
life is dispersed in a matter of minutes
only an hour and the city will rot
with the stench of blood and flesh
this night, Death comes
not to redeem but to kill
these sinful beings and their bloody city
of factories and artificial practices
only to bring sunrise to a new and better world