My faith has not been forgotten
However, Dracula is not real
I know that now
He was never my friend
He only wanted
to suck my blood
just like Dracula or Edward
taking the very thing I need to live
dripping, dripping, gone
like water down the gutter
fading from the street
and the world above
spinning
twirling
through an unknown future
encompassed by aliens from space
and awaiting
I’ll keep waiting
Gazing at the stars
Hoping one will call to me
me the chosen one they chose me
am I the chosen one in style or power.
How am I the chosen one?
please someone tell me!!!
MIKEAL DON’T LEAVE ME HERE!!
MIKEAL!!!
The bite of ’87
The bite of 187 ants when you step on their home
My name is David
I want some ice cream. *cue applause*
I’m inside the walls
In fact, I’m eating the walls. I love drywall
