9:41 p.m. - 2008-02-20
Underneath
In that world, I am a silent magnanimous fool. Of me, you can have all, that is in this world. You may say what you may, you may tangle me into whatever web you so wish to spin me in, you can even cut me with any knife you own; but know that you can not handle the real me.

You can shift the shapes any way that you want, but underneath I wait for the perfect moment to brake them. I am the scarstrucker, you could never handle me.