

The WerewolfThe WerewolfThe Werewolf
This Thing fills with fright It makes your bones crack It rears back to bite And everything goes black
Pain in your head And you still see the Beast Your not dead yet But run before youre its feast
Your arms soaked in blood Your hearts pounding with fear Your covered in mud Watch out its almost here
Its breath; you can feel it Its so very near Youve already been bit So you shed on single tear
Yo
--
were not weird were 'expressivly challenged' and I especially don't gets discracted....LOOK KIWI!!! **grabs Odd's dog**
--
"Who taught you to drive?" he asked shakily as they bounced off the curb.
"Karl Benz," Machiavelli snapped. "A long time ago," he added.
"And how many wheels did that car have?"
"Three." -Dee and Machiavelli, The Magician
--
:: Ite Missa est ::
My DA page : [link]
--
*Everything is awesome. Fundamentally.
*Nothing can ever be truly, fully understood. Not even the simplest thing. Not even this.
Check Out My Gallery
Previous PageNext Page