Status: Complete(:

Death is Black and White

"Your clothes are smooth and spotless, the air is putrid sewage down wind of your pressed church clothes. Your eyes are black and empty, your deeds are just for showing, how big and bright your fake smile glows. I see you moving and their getting scared. Their eyes are focusing on something else. You're staring at me and I stare at you. I rage against everything that you do." --Flyleaf, Swept Away

Ghosts- they live in your room. They play in your mirror and play in your mind.