When I think of you I can't help but think of blood blood spilled blood shared with one another you are my most distinguished fragment of an untold story born by shunning the opportunity the ashes of charred intentions are my lone remnants of yesterdays if I wore a mask I could easily fool this world and mold with the masses but for now I choose to shun this world and its inhabitants until I crack the code shun the world until I break the seal once broken I will not waste one second of my time to begin to shred apart this shell of confinement