Michael Lien

No room for the words of the dead. Nothing but heard whispers when they're shouting so they give up and never speak again. Old time bells cease to ring, the once buried alive are now dead. No one has the time to undo what has been done ----------------------_----------------------

Slitting your throat as im pinning you down to the ground. Seeing what used to be in vains,ooze out of your freshly made cut, so lovely, so...beautiful. Baby the scent of your sweet blood fills me enough to want you so badly. Heh , just the slightest bit of sanity is I'm my mind darling, and I lose it very, very easily~