landon bane ; 10 | cbd2 done

People are always telling me I have a smart mouth which doesn't make any sense 'cause I can't even read.

There's naivety to recklessness, bright and red like the blood streaked under my nose because I fucked around and found out for the hundredth fucking time. But how was I to know that 'I'm not trying to be cute, I already am' is not what you're supposed to say when someone's pulled a knife on you.

My family's full of shadows but, I dunno, I've always burned. Too hot sometimes - temper and pride come with the territory - along with a false sense of security. After all, my land sits on top of all that buried treasure that you want, so is it really a good idea to be snarling at me like that?

I think I make people nervous, cause I have fun with all this drama instead of wearing it like shackles. 'Course I'm not stupid enough to go spilling the secrets that sit in our chest in place of beating hearts. I just want to find the beauty in this wasted land, to stick my fists in the earth and feel it breathe.

So yeah, I'm well aware I'm a fool.

There's nothing I'd rather be.

"turned my home into a ghost town"