The birds have all flown underground. The trees bend down to touch the sky. Silence is now the only sound. We wait for pigs not birds to fly. . They had a lot to say, had a lot to say.
The trees are alive. They held their arms up high. And with a whisper they sighed. Your name against the wind. . Your skin was so prized. Your head grew out to cover.
Heather's gone, she left a note. 'He Is Legend' was all she wrote. Go, fetch the detective. . I think I've found something. This isn't Heater's handwriting.
This is how I built my wife. Brought a dead body to life. With the soul of a gypsy queen. And the brightest eyes that I'd ever seen. Gave her two murderous hands.
There's a monster in my room we discussed movies over coffee. And I think it's quite absurd. Well, he got hungry, licked his lips, he shook my hand, and tried to eat me..
I thought you knew me but it seems you never did. I tried to find you in the castle where you hid. I took the pictures that you ruined from my wall. No one remembered me I was right after all.
Is there a place that we can go to teach the children not to grow?. Where lovers don't remember where they met and heartbreak is easy to forget?. . Is there no love to speak of?.
There is something wrong with me. That's why I wrote this note. I've joined the writers who believe they have the antidote. So I will go quickly now and leave breadcrumbs on the street.