Like the old saying goes, things aren’t always as they seem.
Naturally.
You say it doesn’t matter, but how am I different?
You tell me you know me, and I’m not like “that.”
…
You don’t get it do you?
T R E A D – C A R E F U L L Y
Don’t hold it against me when you attempt to touch my soul…
And your fingers return stained pitch black.
I did warn you. // Two sides of a coin. -d.r.g