« Reply #29837 on: November 03, 2008, 01:41:05 AM »
*Blushes slightly* "My neck is senitive."
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A lost soul,
Who will never be whole,
Looking for none.
Far to the west far from the sun.
A gate lieing in wait,
For all the souls that pasts it debates.
For some may pass,
But allas,
The light may never enter,
For my darkend heart is its center.
My blade is a silent as the night.
The blood moon is my only light.
I have greif for those who die.....
Forever will their bodies lie.