Day: April 17, 2006

if you can’t play pretend,
there’s something wrong with your head.

when thirst and hunger begins
we know vampires are our friends

She whispered in a dream,
Embraced him in her heart,

You cannot help but feel well,
When standing next to me,

This time there’s no chance,
That death I’ll resist, no I won’t resist

The head of my axe;
Buried between your eyes.