dimanche, 09 novembre 2008
Blood
Blood…running out of the vein, running out of the brain, running out of the pain…
I never used the blood for my murderers.
Never do, never will…
But, after all, the blood join the poison. Because poison roll into it. So after all, if poison is blood, blood is poison…don’t you think so ?
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And why do you always speaj about blood ? Ain't you fed up with all those goth things ?
Ecrit par : -- | dimanche, 09 novembre 2008
If I always speak of blood is because it serve me in the story. Don't you see that everything (almost) in this blog is just a story, a fiction, a test to see if i can write in english. Ok, it's not the most happy story ever, but i don't have to justify my style. You don't like it? Then stop read it. Because i'll not stop until my story find it end.
Ecrit par : peanuts | jeudi, 13 novembre 2008
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