Bring On The Shackles - I'm Your

Stop Being So...optimistic, Its Getting On My Nerves." "no Problem. Do You Want Me To Be All Gloom And Doom Or Just Shut Up?" "just Shut Up." "can Do." "really? Doesn't Seem Like It." -jacob And Seth

Bring On The Shackles - I'm Your Prisoner

I Struggled To Find The Words To Name The Feelings That Flooded Through Me, But I Had No Words Strong Enough To Hold Them. For A Long Moment, I Drowned In Them. When I Surfaced, I Was Not The Same Man I Had Been. My Life Was An Unending, Unchanging Midnight. It Must, By Necessity, Always Be Midnight For Me. So How Was It Possible That The Sun Was Rising Now, In The Middle Of My Midnight?

When Life Offers You A Dream So Far Beyond Any Of Your Expectations, It’s Not Reasonable To Grieve When It Comes To An End.

His Skin Was A Pretty Colour, It Made Me Jealous. Jacob Noticed My Scrutiny. What?" He Asked, Suddenly Self-conscious. "nothing. I Just Hadn't Realised Before. Did You Know, You're Sort Of Beautiful?" Once The Words Slipped Out, I Worried That He Might Take My Implusive Observation The Wrong Way. But Jacob Rolled His Eyes. "you Hit Your Head Pretty Hard, Didn't You?" "i'm Serious." Well, Then, Thanks. Sort Of." I Grinned. "you're Sort Of Welcome.