|x|~> Xiyro <~|x|
"I can't remember anything at all I've been turning it all around,
Im sorry, or so sorry,
Is this what I have become?
Wish I may,
Wish I might,
Be someone else tonight,
Sometimes I wish I was never born at all,
And I'll try to save the world,
Cause in the end I know,
I'm the chosin one..."
The night was cold and a flicker with the wind, brushing threw the tree's as the winds moans attempted to blow the trees', but they layed still and quiet as they always did. Disturbing the peace came along a white snow haired male who wore a hooded jacket covering a red skulled punk like T-shirt, torn up jeans covered the males legs with worn out black converse as they leaped from tree to tree in search of his dire mystery. Xiyro had come to seek answers of his distorted memories that he longed to put the pieces together, finally he found what seemed to be
