Should Have Bought the Hanging Cat One

wiping the dirt sleep from his virgin gaze there it was his favourite mock laughing back those infantile unfairly tails yeah i knew it was tales but i don't care that unfinished promi hope that hopped away god i love the grey white noise brings no joys the day his love broke when just just wasn't and good wasn't enough took a bit out of err ness Despair viewed from below his city of Scars but not today he ripped it down before he hid his weapon today he made them pay