Twisted Tales
A litter of lies twisting there wishes around the world, my world. The color drains from me. Hes back a bloody smirk on his face. Clothes in tatters with eyes that rake across my skin with a promise of pain.
14 the number that represents the years that ive survived. Lilly the name of a delicate and beautiful flower, i am niether yet the name is mine. Im a broken down mind in a broken down body and a shatterd soul. The place i call home is a small country town in California, i forgot the name yet ive lived here my whole life.
Blood is a commitment and family a bond. I have many a blood running around the town, not a single one i consider family. My family consists of my dog cypress, my 9 mm, and a strange girl ive seen a couple times. I heard her name was ash, shes really shy.
My mother is drunk and a slut. My father is a child rapeing, wife beating piece of shit. My two brothers jack and cody are alright, they were nice to me, then daddy told'em to stay away from me. And then thers me, my daddys little bitch.
