01.28.06
maybe if i try harder this time
They always come, bringing that void of theirs and I always know.
A murder will be committed.
I only wonder something is it will be different. If this time the death will be silent and instead of blood there simply will be not breaths, no fluttering, just pale, dark blue and cold laying for the morning light to come and hide its face in shame.
What a thing to have done. It isn�t fit to be seen. It isn�t right to have done.
shi-ou-sama at