Fractured lips...empty eyes, and the cold body...he is nothing like him
Just for the look,if it matters
But still I only feel the solitude in your lifeless arms...imagining that you to hold me by your own will….
Hmm look at me ,being that naive child again ,just sometimes I think ..a lot
If I had been stronger..if he haven't had to kill himself in the end Maybe he could be able to make his dreams come true in a better way Not like this...
The haze..on my black mascara,I put my head on his piercinged tum,
Maybe I love how lifeless you are I can't hear your heartbeat but you're still here ...Yahiko
I closed my eyes again,running my fingers through your sophisticated ginger hair,
-you're a sick woman!
I slowly opened my eyes ...saw the deceased silhouette
Him again,that judging violet eyes ,playing with his silver pendant...poor little child
I said nothing and glaring at that redneck zealot
I know ...he hates to being ignored as always...
-thats...too bad you got necrophilia
then he smiled softly,even too odd for him...kinda regretful of his life
-too bad,I'm immortal..