In My World The Books Would Be Nothing But Pictures

never again, never like them.
I have given ten thousand times for the simplest of reasons.
for now and ever this time is mine to bide.

"I remember the way your laugh would break.
the way your smile could stop this world and all that was in it.
the best things always seem to end too soon."

the bride and groom
standing on top a hill in the midst of summer.
the breath of the season caressing their faces.

bloodshed at high noon.
lets show them how to party.

this is the postmortem.
this is how we strive to survive.
the game is over.
kiss yourself good-bye.

off with her head.