07-12-2011, 12:05 PM
There is nothing. Nothing. That can tear me out from beneath you.
No one can stay my hands. There is no amount of medication in this
facility's entirety that would warrant an end to my affection. Dig in
your elbows, as I heed on bended knee. The rock-bed below will suffuse
my limbs to trees, and the echo thereof will sing, "Don't go. Don't go.
Don't go."
No one can stay my hands. There is no amount of medication in this
facility's entirety that would warrant an end to my affection. Dig in
your elbows, as I heed on bended knee. The rock-bed below will suffuse
my limbs to trees, and the echo thereof will sing, "Don't go. Don't go.
Don't go."