Posted 24 June 2012 - 06:44 PM
My limbs are weak, yet they still move...
My face is burning, but i feel cold...
My fingers feel numb, but can still feel...
There is a voice that is calling me, but nobody is speaking...
And so I grow weak every passing second as the darkness grows stronger i feel my life may end, so I write these last words for you to know the truth. It was not age that put me to death it was... the darkness.
Thanks to Brandon for this epic signature
Posted 01 July 2012 - 06:45 AM
I'm new to these forums so I'm not sure if everything has to be made by "you" I'm just curious.
Posted 01 July 2012 - 01:49 PM
I'll be closing this now.
Story time needs to happen, I just need to find a day and time that work.