We should go ahead and kill her right now. But her eyes are so lovely. I can't wait, just imagine how she will suffer. Would someone please tell me I'm not alright.
You make me sick. . I'll tear out those diamond eyes. I can't bear to see. Crimson spills on paper skin. They call this tragedy. . Remembering the nights.
What is wrong with her eyes?. A glossy stare that won't leave me be. Starts my blood running cold. A gaze that could make hell freeze over. . I have to understand she's gone.
Wake up... Wake up... Wake up.... . My eyes open wide as I wake, panting, some say that dreams have deeper meaning.. That they are cries from our subconscious..
As the water drips from the sky,. I start to wonder if I'm still alive. Then I have to find an answer.. Could it be that it was a dream,. And I'm still beside her?.