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 |
