September 2009
-hahaha that's very cute. You look like a match selling girl. - Ahh, the ones that light houses on fire right? - No.
Relax... it's over, you belong to me I fill your mouth with dirt Relax... it's over, you can never leave I take your second digit with me... Love... You are... my first, I can barely breathe I find y
An old building out of the sun's reach Hallways with decay starting to leach Behind the door in a dark back room Were children remembered by what, by whom? They had been waiting for you to visit them
Deeper, deeper, you come into the forest, pulled by a voice so sweet Come on, come on, you want to go even deeper in to meet Quickly, quickly, come as fast as your little legs can run to the dark Come