This one is for Tommy and the others at the Haunted House:
I'm left... to my own kind.
I'm left to my own... wisdom, my... own time.
If I could, I would bleed for... merci in this world of pure hatred, where no... one cares.
Everyone can abandon... you, but only... few can form what you've died and become.
The... Living Dead, for what most of humanity... is frightend of.
Except for the your own kind, residing at the Haunted House.
This one is for Yaz:
If... my heart was beating.
If my blood... was bleeding.
I could feel the winter... breeze.
You've got no control over me.
I am me, I am... dead, that's... the way it's supposed to be.
This was just for fun I guess.(origanily supposed to be a song, but didn't get very far)
Mock me, will you.
I am suffocating.
This is my life to live.
Mock me, will you.
I am suffocating.
This is my air to breath.
So go away, leave me be.
In this empty hall, in this empty seat.
I am suffocating.
I am suffocating.
Go away, leave me be.
Can't you see, my heart will not beat.
From the moment I saw you.
From the moment I saw you.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
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