killing starts from the heart... and don't you forget it. a winter wind brings chills to my spine and compliments to your stare. hold my hand close as we gaze upon the spectacle of fire before us. beg for mercy in your nightmares of blood, bones, and teeth. this tree stands tall as we did once, long ago in a pasture to be named and mistaken for our love. steadfast my dear hold true to the path given here in misconception. what's this? you've forgotten my name already, but please don't forget our cause. i hope he holds you better then i could. atleast that's what i'll say to stop the choke. i'd whisper a thousand times if i thought it would pull you closer to me, but all i can do is scream. the words don't matter it's the thought that counts. and your numbers up.
