I live on the plains of insanity. Shrouded by the realm of obscurity. Clouded by the rain of washing away pain. Lightning of regret. Thunder of hurt. All gates by the arches of A Shattered Heart.
I know your face. But did you or can you know mine? Well enough alone to not deliberately try and destroy this home I have nestled in the insecurity of private security.
Giving the soldier for life a meaning agAin and a familia that we have each other's back.