“West was where they told me to head, but I knew it was a trap.” he says as he slowly runs a finger over the rim of the glass, allowing his flesh to drink the cold water into the deep crevasses that twist and turn their way across his flesh.
“West was where they told me to head, but I knew it was a trap.” he says as he slowly runs a finger over the rim of the glass, allowing his flesh to drink the cold water into the deep crevasses that twist and turn their way across his flesh.
The Twisted Roads To My Madness 