ProfesserPenguin

The tears I cry My pleads to die Seem to be nothing to you I speak my mind instead You think there's something wrong with my head What did I ever do to you? The blood which I shed To you is my pure hatred I don't hate, I cry. My threats are suicide Are another lie Won't miss you when I soon die.

She followed him home. It was normal, the rest of the day, the rest of the night. Silently, when she woke up, she took her father to the basement. There they sat, in silence, staring at eachother. Her green eyes were burning, with hatred, and revenge.. her sweet revenge. She grabbed a staff. Was this the end of him... or her? There was only one way to find out. She gripped the large staff, slowly backing up and circling him. Then, when she was at his right, she slammed it into his temple, pinning him to the floor by the temple. He writhed and slithered like a snake, hissing in pain. Tylandril did not stop. She pressed harder.. harder.. the fl

I'mma draw Ty :D