Crypty Scribbles

When the past reminds of how good you were, the future awaits your fate as the present eats away at your shallow core some call a soul, he doesn't think like you nor does he feel like you, his alien ways are the reason for my very existance, we're all born dying as the avenging angel celebrates sorrow in honour of his death. We love........we hate..........we die, forever late in Willow's Way.