Through the wailing yells of the unspoken,
And the deaf silence from the criers,
Only you hear the dead melody,
The tune echos through the mute filled halls,
The plick of the key that opens no door,
Death's lullaby whispers your name,
As Reaper`s hands grasp your throat,
As my hands grasp your throat.
From a perverted gossip, a sickly sweet Christian and a wanna-be goth I'm the least of you worries. My friends and taste may be odd but when your a semi-morbid much to thoughtful otaku you don't exactly borderline in the normal. I of course love anime and manga which inspires me to become an author even though I hate writing so lets put that up at number two of things i want to become but hate to do, right next to becoming a Pianist. Reading is my meaning of life right next to horror movies. Black is my true and only colour, the darkness and cold in which infolds us. Hopefully you guessed I`m not a summer person, insolent adults are my only pet peeve if you mange to avoid that our friendship will turn out nicely.
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