A wish for the hopeless.
Ask yourself- when will this be through? Never.
Dear lord, hold me together.
It has been so long since that day. The day I killed her.
Still I remember it like yesterday. There she lay, half dead to begin. So heartless in a shade of isolated blue. Breathing was weak and blood running cold, touching was hell for she was gelid. It hurt my bones to turn her blood warm. What I did to that poor girl was torture yet she took it with a smile embedded on her face. Forever.
A face that still haunts me in my dreams. Forever.
In agony I beg for a slumber without strain I cannot get away from her, you.
I need to get away from this.
First murders are the hardest. They are the ones with which you fall in love.
For me, it was love at first sight.