I signed off on death as the rose-leaves fell. Brushing off the inwards winter from my skin. As I heard the throstle break its cadence. My soul rode over the valley of death like a hundred swordsmen in him, martyred like thundering cannons breaking the jaws of Death. Signing me Immortal, I was never the same again.I was the weep of brigade, I was the Death Immortal.
im also a huge terminator fan too btw! ^w^
one day shit b going lovely the next it b like hell. value those lovely days because nunthn last forever.