First of all: Why i'm writing a journal?
Because i'm bored and i don't have nothing to do with my time. -.-
Sad but true.
So i did a very short tale.
(Or not, i don't care anyway...)
The death dance
Stay with me.
Dance with me.
You don't have any choice, anyway.
You... you are suffering aren't you? That doesn't mean nothing to me. But you don't need to worry, i will hold your hand while you wait.
And then we will dance.
While your body die, your soul will dance.
While you bleed, your soul will dance.
While you agonize, you soul will scream.
While you regret i will laugh.
Ha, do you REALLY think that i care?
While we dance, your soul will burn.
What the hell i was thinking when i did this?