"I find more comfort lying inside a necropolis. Then sitting beside men telling childish fairytales. Where things are real enough to believe, Believing everything that once was... has always eventually been brought forth to the ever-existing being of death, and he lays his hand gently upon our hearts, stopping our world here, and escorting our souls to the place of the unknown. Oh death, the living's beloved, yet most feared friend... I find comfort in your presence."
zfirezdancerz666 · Fri Feb 13, 2009 @ 06:03pm · 0 Comments |