Wee bandwagons.
Heyo Zedo
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
May I get in on this as well?
It Demands Respect From You, And So You Follow It.
I'm Not Waiting.