No mourners, no funerals. It passed for good luck. As if every criminal didn't know its true meaning, that they were nothing but barrel rats crawling through the gutter. They said it, as if they didn't know that one day, they would die and the world would not bat a lash. Not a single person would care, mourn or cry...
Greetings from the Barrel! All the pigeons standing on Fifth Harbour wishing to try out their luck, we welcome you all. Ketterdam has everything, from Emerald Palace to House of White Rose, from the Church of Barter to Crow club. You can earn thrice of what you bet but beware you can might accidentally get robbed, k...
Those dark, cryptic thoughts I didn't want in my head but couldn't get rid of either. The anger, the pain, the love, the hate; it's all in here... Bad idea? Probably. Do I care? Not really. Let people relate. Cover by @-decepted