Apr 3, 2014
Silver
From the bullet that sits in my neck is piercing through the other side. But to see the sunlight my eye lids must tear apart to see the real beauty that sits in front of me. The pail cold skin can no longer hold the grudge, a match has now caught the spark again, causing an unbearable flame. In Conclusion, the dead flesh that lays across on my soul is melting away, making a blood race to survival. But as the last pulse inside stops, the flame will keep going. Therefore making me live again once woken upon my grave.