reapersprominence

My Breath a white ghost Young Bones frozen by the winds Take shelter small ones.

Sweeping his arm across the desk in front of him, William sends a glass jar used to hold miscellaneous items flying across the room, the resulting smash causing shards to go in all directions while the papers it had been beside fall gradually to the floor. Reluctantly, he stands and starts to pick things up, but as he grabs the same photo that had made him lose control of his temper, three of his fingers are cut open by a piece of the glass. “Damn it!” He cries out in frustration, followed by a swarm of profanity while blood starts to drip from his hand and Elizabeth hurries downstairs after waking to the slam of the jar hitting a

Someday Baby, I'll tell you, Just how much I care, And Someday Baby, I might convince you, That what I say is true, And Someday Baby, You might know, That my heart was yours all along, And Someday Baby, You might regret, Not knowing just how much you hurt me, And Someday Baby, I might tell you good-bye, But not today.

the rage burns from deep within happiness has no hint of gleam everyday I try just to compose myself but instead the fires burn out of control the temptress strings along the flames of power which I cannot tame I am stuck in the cabin of my mind as she wreaks havok within my pulsing veins each laughter annoyance, and words compose their death and she keeps on playing a song of vengeance the beat of my heart infects your seed as you are held in contempt of your deeds