BoxesSee that picture on the floorGlance around, close the door.Pull you closer so you cant see;How very hard it is for me to breathe.Cuz the last thing I ever want to be,Is just another box of old memories.
Tattered Wings - ProlougeHe narrowed his eyes as the girl walked past the alley he was lurking in. Her waist-length brown hair swung in time with her hips as she sauntered down the street. As she walked past, he detached himself from the shadows and followed her discreetly. He rolled his eyes at a few girls as they giggled as he strolled past. He stopped and waited at a crosswalk as his target crossed the street and turned down a street towards the seedier part of the city. He followed after her as she ducked into a run-down little shop, Lyon's Lair. The tattoo parlor his father told him about. He slunk into the shop a few seconds later, pulling out a sheaf of paper in the process. A bell chimed in the back as he opened the door. He took a few minutes to look around before a black haired, heavily inked man came in from the back. "'llo there. The name's Lyon, what can I do for you?" He blinked in surprise before speaking."I was wondering if you were in need of an artist.""Not really. I have a steady one, but