allen-lockedheart

Walking through hell. Not once did I swipe at the devil's tail or try to saw off his horns. I stared back at the harsh flames and stepped over the cracks. Accepted that life aint always good; sometimes you can't look back. With a gaze raised so high, I think of what's to come. More ridicule and challenges and races I must run. Why do the angels offer a ladder to the world above so real? When I was little, this didn't matter and their holiness has peeled. Myself, I do rely and it's my shoulder that I cry on when the world has made a move. Well, watch what I can do. They spit on my face and trample on my dreams and self-este