Somehow foolish desire begot passion. And passion in turn, conjured sadness. There is nothing worse than a life alone, falling in and out love with someone else’s madness...

Wait for me, while I die. I haven’t yet crossed over to the pale side. I’m still a mesh of messed up bones. My teeth snarled, holding back an angry tongue. My rotted words still linger in the air. They’ve become my weapon of choice, to keep my soul naked and bare. I’m waiting patiently; come steal them from my lips. Leave me dead, with nightmare intended bliss. Oh be the barren silence on my mind. Lead me into the shadowed waters, of nonexistence and time. Wait for me, it’s my turn to die. And in Hell forever, I’ll curse by your side...

-HMG