SillvrMist

400 is the number 352 is what I need For a way out For a rest Maybe it'll hurt maybe it'll be painless But a moment of pain leading to an eternity of release sounds good to me The problems may be temporary They most probably will stop Just two more years Just twenty four months I don't think I can It's rough the world is trying to crush me i want a way out i want to rest If you decide I'll probably follow You're my last chance my only hope My best friend My one and only Like a sister Sharing the same problems Embarrassment doesn't exist Pain doesn't exist Sadness doesn't exist When you are there After you leave I feel lost Alone And th

400 is the number 352 is what I need For a way out For a rest Maybe it'll hurt maybe it'll be painless But a moment of pain leading to an eternity of release sounds good to me The problems may be temporary They most probably will stop Just two more years Just twenty four months I don't think I can It's rough the world is trying to crush me i want a way out i want to rest If you decide I'll probably follow You're my last chance my only hope My best friend My one and only Like a sister Sharing the same problems Embarrassment doesn't exist Pain doesn't exist Sadness doesn't exist When you are there After you leave I feel lost Alone And th

400 is the number 352 is what I need For a way out For a rest Maybe it'll hurt maybe it'll be painless But a moment of pain leading to an eternity of release sounds good to me The problems may be temporary They most probably will stop Just two more years Just twenty four months I don't think I can It's rough the world is trying to crush me i want a way out i want to rest If you decide I'll probably follow You're my last chance my only hope My best friend My one and only Like a sister Sharing the same problems Embarrassment doesn't exist Pain doesn't exist Sadness doesn't exist When you are there After you leave I feel lost Alone And th

    The shadows shifted as the old electric lighting flickered to life. Someone’s footsteps thumped down the stairs into the poorly lit room. The old stone walls of the room hidden beneath the cellar shone damp in the sickly yellow lighting. The shadows seemed to stalk and conspire together as a woman walked into the large stone room. She was tall with long slender legs, thin waist, and thick jet black hair neatly piled on the top of her head. Her long dress was red and black with a long slit down each side up to her hips. The jeweled floral pattern of the corset shone and sparkled, blinding a few of the inhabitants of the room. Behind