Tenfold
by Destro· from The Accuracy Of Broken Whispers
final protocol
its now or never
take your hands off your eyes
and watch me beat you into oblivion
the sky here is missing the night
air assassin
i keep running but i don’t know where to go
forever's lost... never again
it seemed simpler as a boy
look at this bruised arm and tell me i’m good
(trust me) this situation is all wrong
though this fixation with adoration has mended its was with jealousy