31 July 2012
They'll never catch me, even though I'm chained. So many cuts and bruises I'm used to pain. I smile, for pain and death are my only friends. I won't surrender, not even if the world ends.
A bottle of poison at my demands. The secret they want rests in my hands. A flame burns my skin, sweet death takes me in. Before I die, I spit in their faces and laugh for they are only ghosts who never could catch.
The Ghosts Who Never • Opuss № I