Five-hundred miles means nothing
When the sky looks like this
Blood soaked horizons
And frozen land
I ran so fast from what I thought was evil
Only to come to see
The image of darkness
And foul smell I fled
Would forever be at my heels
Haunting with it’s undertone of screams
Because five-hundred miles
Doesn’t mean a damn thing
When what you’re running from
Is the shadow at your back
About Me
- There I Was, Here I Go
- I am a pasionate writer and I think that it's safe to say the I'm obsessed.I don't believe in religion, race, anything that pegs human beings, and sallads that have anything other than lettace, a few select veggies and some sort of dressing. NO FRUIT,NUTS,POTATOS,PASTA, or anything not specified above. Blink 182 is the greatest band ever and I don't want to hear if you think other wise. Oh, and if you think that I and weird, believe me when i say that i have met far worse cases than mine. Ooooh wait, one more thing. I do not believe that movies should be made into books. It's just not supposed to happen.
2 comments:
Haunting I like it
Эх.. ну нельзя нам, россиянам давать отдыхать больше трёх дней! Я сегодня на работу забыл выйти)))) надо срочно что-то придумывать, иначе завтра отхвачу по полной.
ЗЫ Эх, надо во фрилансеры подаваться, уже давным-давно.. ну уволят, так будет повод)))))
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