Cannibal.
Cannibal.
To what end would I hold this soul that is shattered?
With dead heart so cold and spirit so tattered
My mind in shambles and broken body so battered
Where sorrow has filled the void and I've lost all that mattered
To what end would I hold this soul that is shattered?
A Wolf's Heart: Poems by Walker of Darkness
If this is supposed to be clever, sadly it goes over my head.
But how did you know which to eat first- the chicken or the egg?
God Aza, stop changing your sig every fucking minute.
BUT BUT I have to warn people about Squee in broken English D:
Never, you say?
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