[Voice Post]

[deathuncertain]

*at first, nothing but the crunching of snow underfoot is to be heard, then...*

You won't find me here, the place that you expected me to be
In my bed on the second floor
I'm outside your house
I'm closing in on you

And all the times you smiled
You said hello and thought I was ok
I was planning your final struggle

When you wake up I'll be there
When you see me you'll be on your back again
When you, when you, when you
When you know you're already dead, you'll love me too

You will find me here
The place you least expected me to be
Breaking through your basement window
I'm outside your room, I can hear you breathe
And all the times you laughed
You shook my hand and thought I was your friend
I was planning your tragic ending

When you wake up I'll be there
When you see me you'll be on your back again
When you, when you, when you
When you know you're already dead, you'll love me too

You'll look down on me
With eyes of endless tragedy
Try and stop the pain
But there's never closure
Find your solace in what you could have been

Oh my, have I hit a sore spot or three?

Ha. Perhaps if this place gave me something better to do...though I cannot think of anything better at the moment. Beyond returning home.

...Damnation, will anything other than these amusing (however tiring they are growing) antics ever occur?

((Have a link~))