What: Smoke break
When: Tonight
Where: Roof of the prison
Warnings: Thoughts about loss, but other than that, I don't think so. Will update if that changes.
( Sky black and blue, blue turn to red, there's quiet in the streets now but it's screaming in your head. I ain't a fool, but I've got my doubts; say it doesn't hurt, it doesn't matter anyhow, anyhow... Hey, we're just bleeding for nothing. It's hard to breathe when you're standing on your own; we'll kill ourselves to find freedom, you'll kill yourself to find anything at all. )