Conquest was not satisfying if it began with a surrender.
Ask yourself what a man without guile might do to your body in the dark.
Never a good sign, he thought, when the crows showed up.
These were the things we would never notice were missing.
Death twitches my ear;’Live,’ he says… ‘I’m coming.
I’m not aware of having a creepy laugh, but apparently I do.
If on thoughts of death we are fed,Thus, a coffin, became my bed.
You could make any song sound creepy if you wanted. It’s all about the inflection.
People Die…Beauty Fades…Love Changes…And You Will Always Be Alone