So he screamed screamed a sound so sad that the plants withered and die No wonder he doesn't believe when he looks back and reads or rather watch the texts written in blood on the times he has been let down The smell of metal that red goo hardened permanentleft ontothat text Where the numbers scrawled beside the words were never ending ever watched those cartoons where the kid has a uber long list for santa Well that list is seen short in the red text Maybe hes shouldn't expectexpect anything because it always happens and he should get use to it they say the third time is a charm but did they ever hear that the third time is a bane thrice it happened thrice in a single day how much can this poor soul take to believe in nothing but thin fibreshanging on a thin line of the word faith have faith in me they say but he doesn't knowanymore maybe its betterto just throw it all awaycast away this already tattered and torn soul into the sea of nothingnessto be away would be better?so he questioned Labels: Another day thinking