There is mo hope to live for, ther's nothing left for you . . . nothing . . . left i can stil hear the wind blowing . . . as if whispers were promises betwwen lovers repeats itself in my nightmares the hundreds of thousands of screams ecoing threw the night as if speacking to there love, now all tht remains of this heart is to kill the blood of the one they loved. it seems horribly worng but it's the only way it is how to love for he also knew that killing was wrong he slayed his best friend of the blood of a loved one it is always that first drop which kills you and made him Immortal "A choise" is such a dreadfl thing Blood, is it only blood that makes us who we are after i left there were rumors ssaying that he died but since then i was already dead the truth thetrue reason could only be that i fiered him but the rumors died when he walked by the death he could not sleep he is still having trouble sleeping since then he's been true to his word but every night he dose not sleep for remembering the only friend he lived for me and yet he killed me he has not forgotten me for i am here, his true and one stare thow i am dead i still can see so i still watch hi thow i am dead
Panda_Art_Bunny · Fri Dec 15, 2006 @ 01:35am · 2 Comments |