they are holy ghosts [che1sey]
Mar 11, 2012 18:23:10 GMT -5
Post by {danny} on Mar 11, 2012 18:23:10 GMT -5
don't let them in,
they cannot be trusted,
they've got bullets in their pockets,
and blood pouring from eye sockets.
don't let them in they are holy ghosts.
It was like one thing could change Nyklus forever. One thing, one little secret, one little - in his eyes - imperfection. It was not himself he cared about (because he had long accepted the fact he was gay) but what people would think of him. He was worried about what people would say behind his back; if his friends would make fun of him. Nyklus was always scared about what people thought of him. "Nyklus? Where you going?" Unaware his mom was watching him exit the door, he quickly thought of something. work in progress.
