When life is full of blooming buds, ah whats this? A branch cut off? Aye with a single bud, that will never bloom. Its last efforts go to smiling, its color continuously fading, so others wont see, how it prepares to face the cold harsh eternal numbness of death in its departure, alone that bud will never shine forth all that it was meant to be.
Pixel_Raping_Betch · Sun Apr 18, 2010 @ 06:17pm · 0 Comments |