Sunday, August 29, 2004

i wrote this one:

Aroma of death
Sweet, sweet decay
A chill in the air
On a warm autumn day

Your honey-sickle cackle
My lovely gruesome smile
Tripping rays of sunshine
A young bright mind to defile

We traipse through the graveyard
Under the blood red moon we kiss
And everyday is full of laughter
Everyday is full of melancholy bliss