WHAT BELIEF IS AND COULD BE....
6 TH OF MAY 2006...22 YEARS I don’t believe, and the breath of such things is crucifying. A dying sunset punctuated by deathly storm clouds, and how is the question that leaves my trembling lips. I’m the by-product of abuse; a shattered, used toy without a home. A lustful wish to find belief; but my... Sign in to see full entry.