I'm constantly fighting to keep my soul whole.
Short story about one of my characters, Singer. She's a little... bitter and worn out from her army's latest battle and she's looking for some way to relax.
Lyrics. I'm doing my own thing now.
Keep your pants on. Shitty ending. Not happy with it >:/
But I'll never tell anyone. Lyrics?
Secrets spark me out. God, will I ever stop writing emo poetry? >
Basically I regret a lot of things I've done in my life.
The city's darkness is like a disease.
Not sure when I wrote this, or why. But I like it.