Picture yourself in a nightmarish scene of such
grotesque complexity that you'd kill to be dreaming.
Your body's been dying, while your mind has been trying
to make you picture a life where you'd kill for your
lover and a song in your head. The deaths of countless
others merely set up the lyrics for your symphony.
That's where you'll find me.
Now, place your ear to my lips.
Trace these notes with your fingertips.
They dance alone on my last breath.
This is the end. This is death.
Unknown "bent weener" Ferocious
- 16 years, 8 months, 20 days ago