Angels with Even Filtier Souls

*Sigh* I wish that I already finished my proboard. What was I thinking? 187 probords! Oh well, it suppose to help me write my story. Oh yes, I forgot you don't know what I'm talking about. If you go to my profile and click my web page, you'll see my proboard, a role-playing message board. It's to help me write my awesome story about vampires and humans going to the same Academy. so yeah, join, please...but wait tell I give the heads-up, *not finsh yet*...

What else about my life? Nothing much, but I'm thinking about asking this guy out that I like, maybe not...because hey, I don't know how to do this asking out thing. It's usually guys who do it....but how do I do it? Don't know.....Wish that my friend from camp will write back. Haven't heard from her for 3 weeks now.....


Early Sunset Over Monerville.....

Late dawns and early sunsets, just like my favorite scenes
Then holding hands and life was perfect, just like up on the screen
And the whole time while always giving
Counting your face among the living

Up and down escalators, pennies and colder fountains
Elevators and half price sales, trapped in by all these mountains
Running away and hiding with you
I never thought they'd get me here
Not knowing you changed from just one bite
I fought them all off just to hold you close and tight

But does anyone notice?
But does anyone care?
And if I had the guts to put this to your head...
But would anything matter if you're already dead?
And should I be shocked now, by the last thing you said?
Before I pull this trigger,
Your eyes vacant and stained...

But does anyone notice?
But does anyone care?
And if I had the guts to put this to your head...
And would anything matter if you're already dead?
And now should I be shocked, by the last thing you said?
Before I pull this trigger,
Your eyes vacant and stained...
And in saying you loved me,
Made things harder at best,
And these words changing nothing
As your body remains,
And there's no room in this hell,
There's no room in the next,
And our memories defeat us,
And I'll end this direst.

But does anyone notice?
But does anyone care?
And if I had the guts to put this to your head...
But does anything matter, if you're already dead?
And should I be shocked now, by the last thing you said?
Before I pull this trigger,
Your eyes vacant and stained...
And in saying you loved me,
Made things harder at best,
And these words changing nothing
As your body remains,
And there's no room in this hell,
There's no room in the next,
But does anyone notice, there's a corpse in this bed.



Signing Off:

XxXE Von Dahl Never Told You What She Does For A LivingXxX

-PPTSC (Please Pass the Sour Cream)