Lonely Wolf

Posted: October 18, 2010 in the immortal of conscience

Deep inside of the malignant forest, my spirit will always grow. Always try to vegetating my temper of life. Stand alone with my Immortal of Conscience about my self and my world.

I don’t know how long I will be exist in this game that they called life, everyday is my best day. Until these years that I walk through that I always sing the same old song and talk about the ancient tale from tha past.

Hate about all thing that make my memory remain, dance the same moon in the different place, until my cold blood stream down from my head.

Comments
  1. car rims says:

    ghost ride that whip

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