tales of an earth with no purpose

a guitar scorched into my soul. the voice starts out soft, telling the story, gets edgier, a soul cut open and shown to the world, the final scream. rage. pain. hurt. chaos. all backed by a guitar.

those eyes. i looked into them, and they cut right through me. i've known those eyes before. i'm almost certain. maybe it was because i was wanting to see them again. because i miss them so much. and i don't even know why. salvation. those eyes are the last source of my salvation. but there was a connection. i saw him, and those eyes didn't just look at me, they saw me.

"love is suicide"

words to live by.