EpicArtistDeidara

"Know me, broken by my master" - Layne Staley. I've been mad for fucking years, absolutely years. I'm a reject. I talk to no one. Speak of nothing. Trust in no one. Forever lost within the limelight of the fortunate ones; weakened by the poison that is their living lie. They don't believe me. Am I alive? Will they listen to me? They're gonna make me do some fucked up shit. Are they deaf and dumb to my language; do the real words seem to hurt them? I've grown cold as a razor blade. Look to my bedroom, the lockbox to the left, you'll find my favorite axe. Don't seem so frightened, it's just a passing phase, one of my bad days. Would you like t