White Walls Reap Black Figures – Cannae – letras

A letter written home on stationary, the address marked with the author’sblood. I know his leaving was never premeditated, but eighteen years onauto-pilot…will drive someone’s impulse. decapitated dolls. Arson on actionfigures. So told, not acceptable acts. They figured if hope was twistedwithin a straitjacket, it would be the perfect solution to prevent so calledmishaps. The worls seemed so colorless. White walls masquerade the surface ofpunishment (and rehabilitation) I can’t grip the burden of shadows. I hopeyou die! The corners of blended pasts, uninformed to their futures. The finalsolution is to let me deal. Let’s see you grip the burden of shadows. Let’ssee you grip the burden of shadows. The burden of shadows.