"Welcome back to the world
of the un-dead...
The darkness is creeping
I can feel it seeping...
My lips still sealed holding the last kiss we...
Why do all relations have to come with a ship at...
You knew it was coming, your time to fly high
You just didn't realize, how fast time would go...
Her residence is upstairs on a rent;
She lives sole...
Walking through the dark
Hoping to for a form of light...
Do you sometimes have
that sickening...
Would I be wrong,
Would I be right...
You come in the night to breath in what is left of...
you take control of me when I have no power to...
Lost procurement of my soul now owned soundly by...
Accommodating its sadistic thoughts, obtained by...
My moral compass just went South
A leering grin upon my mouth...
Each step on the tightrope brings
Another jolt of white fear...