up the barricades go.

taste the bitterness of the apprehension,
and have your fingers run through those doubts.

tread along those winding roads of the heart ;
and have its trepidation of darkness kiss your lips.

run in those shadows of my nostalgia,
and you will bleed in the orifice of a broken soul.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

ripped this off shar wom's blog.

to all our common friends who played this, we should express our eternal gratitude towards sharon , shouldnt we.

to all the buggers, just play this game.

Free Flash Games