Crawling amongst these wingless dreams trying to pull tight the stitches of sleep. I just keep falling through the fabric of these frayed reveries into a realm of another self, a you I wish I could believe.

So how can you escape When bound by thoughts of heavy chain? How can you obtain redemption When you think you’re always to blame?

You passed on the gift Of the infernal blueprint Damned me to drag this cross Through the garden of my relationships.

Left for dead in a graceless land With a vengeance clutched close at hand. Yet there’s not enough links restraining you from the brink To command your twisted legs to stand.

Gutted bullet casings litter the ground but there’s no sign of the weapon. Nimble fingers check them like a body’s pulse. Still warm from the chamber. She strokes the engraving. .45. So, there’s a revolver out there somewhere. Violent. Please flame.

It was a wasted sacrifice. He was generously handed freedom and he threw it all away. Now he must fall back into his social rank carrying the burden not only of a perpetual insignia of his betrayal but with knowledge of a free life. Well, at least for now

Ive never been good with summaries, so id hate to scare you away. Review if you'd like, flaming is encouraged so go nuts, be as harsh as you want to be. The more honest the better in my opinion.

Er, dont really know what to say. Just got bored an wrote this. R and R if u want, it couldnt be that bad...could it?