aceblade's works for Saturday, September 15, 2012

tears stain the creeks of my cheeks, as she flees for refuge, to discover her unhappiness, runs so deep, time has eluded me, and defeat awaits, twelth round knockout, is the only way to win this fight, so with the sound of tomorrow's bell, my head and eyes swollen from life's punches, I come out... Sign in to see full entry.