Tears of black,
of a ruby, a stone,
Sometimes it's even harder
When you're on you own,
But the beauty in the sorrow,
Heart renches Tomarrow,
Holds on with all its might,
Watches you weep
Through out the night,
Never more,
The sweet raven swings,
The tears of a raven,
An angel with boken wings

Alas, tiresome lives all come to an end, still mine lingers and is constantly tortured. Oh what hell it would be, to live for an eternity. Huh why bother to be a vampire, when eternity is spent alone? I perfer peace and quiet. I love to read adn write, but drawing is my true ambtion. welcome any one who is opened minded or not.