

Back To My BeginningMy Dark Sire: The BeginningBack To My Beginning
I awoke and cried
I was still alive, yes still alive Please this day may I die I am still alive Waking memories make me want to lie Not rise from my crypt not even try Should have woke and kissed the sun Let this horrible existence be done Should have ended it after night flew Should have ended it after I met you Translucent arms were those that held me close Guess my dreams conjured a ghost For me to see
Someone I wanted you to be Someone murder me Murder me in my sleep My cross to bare Find


The Hunted AgainThe Hunted Again: Diary of Claudia Delacourt Page 7 The Hunted Again: Diary of Claudia DelacourtThe Hunted Again
Silent though the night spoke, tension wrought hazily through the evening air. A mist covered the cemetery where I had just woken from my slumber. Shadows silhouetted by the moon on each burial plot. A presence filled the air.
Something wasnt right
I felt like a fly cornered in a spider web. The surrounding shadows shifted slightly and drew near. I needed to make my escape; it was no longer safe here. Warily I moved along, myself a shadowy figure now in the gloom. Moving through the trees an


Just A Doll On A ShelfJust A Doll On A ShelfJust A Doll On A Shelf
Horror filled her eyes She had been living a lie No one will ever see her cry Amongst the glitz and glam Plastic smiles Perfect styles Never knowing she was damned To live forever a doll on a stand She pretended her life was grand Pretended she could feel Her life was so surreal Life lost all appeal On her stand Placed upon a shelf Her beauty was her wealth She pretended her life was real That she could really feel Her only way to deal
Life was grand on her stand Posed forever
Posed for
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