If every vampire who said he was at the Crucifixion was actually there, it would have been like Woodstock.
I never wanted t' throw my life away.
This thing, I value more than you'd believe.
The loss of mind and irresistable pain
Are only ones that'd make me not to live.

I like my past on all of it's full length.
All days of sorrow, every grain of dirt,
All tragedies and fails that made my strength
Are kept by me, no matter how they hurt.

And happiness, which was, and was enough
To justify the life of any kind.
My seconds and my memories, my love,
They made for me invincible web of mind.

And now, I could unravel all I've been
To only be with you from my eighteen.

@темы: Poems, william the bloody