Dig up her bones but leave the soul alone
Lost in the pages of self made cages
Life slips away and the ghosts come to play
January 30, 2005
Dear Diary,
Dean just had to find something to hunt. I can't really blame him. He has to babysit, and he doesn't even know it. All he knows is that he has to stay put.
I promised I wouldn't tell. Besides, Dean is a damn good hunter.
- Aubrey
These are hard times
These are hard times for dreamers
And love lost believers