|Current mood:|| artistic|
|Current music:||three days grace|
cold as the winter wind
she falls from the moon and from the sky she is born. falling towards earth she stumbles apon the ground not used to the rocks, she is jaded.. away from us she falls away from you she runs. into the forest, torn apart by the wicked branches. going under them wont help. lost in the darkness of your heart, what a waiste, so young..youth cut down in its tracks...
hey guys! im starting my own "club" called the GuNk half goth half punk....if you want to join:
if i get enough responses, then im going to publish the site.