Deviated Stories

Words are sometimes all I can spit Words are long, cold and sharp  Steel bayonets that deal in pain Yet still on some rare occasion I speak fluent meaning I just wish I could remember what I said  

Sorry I naturally suck at writing description of my work so I recommend reading at your own risk Story includes •language •violents If you do not support this please read someone else's book or fanfiction thank you DISCLAIMER I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS BUT MY OWN Markus x OC