I am staying. I will remain. I will not go. I will not sleep. I will not fade. I will not give up. Michael, if you read this, I want you to fight. Scream. Force him to let you out. Stay here. Don't go. Don't fade. Don't sleep. Stay. I'll make him bleed for me. I will. You'll see.
Bleeding Apocalypse · Thu Mar 24, 2005 @ 04:47pm · 1 Comments |