"My name is enough for people to sweat." ~Silvio Salvatore "I was the player, now I'm a game." ~Silvio Salvatore "Nowadays, love has became like a maid, she comes, rings the bell, does her work and shoes away." ~Sadie Quintin "He was a sin, and I committed him." ~Sadie Quintin ----------------------------------------------------------------- Whose heart is that? I think I know. Its owner is quite angry though. He was cross like a dark potato. I watch him pace. I cry hello. He gives his heart a shake, And screams I've made a bad mistake. The only other sound's the break, Of distant waves and birds awake. The heart is angry, sharp and deep, But he has promises to keep, Tormented with nightmares he never sleeps. Revenge is a promise a man should keep. He rises from his cursed bed, With thoughts of violence in his head, A flash of rage and he sees red. Without a pause I turned and fled ------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------- Story contain mature language Mature content along with themes related to violence and sex.