stare blank eyed at the sight of an angel living a lie, while summer past and fall flew by...
the darkness drew deeper in, within all the hatred, all the sin...
as seasons flew on then none, all my friends left one by one..
as the black and red roses arose from my coffin, all i could hear was the reaper knockin...
and so as i say that life is a dread, i just remember how it would be if we were dead..
old... alll mine please no jocking!!no joke i wrote this myself!
