vampiremindfreak

As he sits down, his favorite chair greets him like an old friend. The grandfather clock is ticking strong like the day it was made. He thinks back to when he built it and snickers. He can still smell the new wood when it came in to his shop, still recall the feel of the tools in his now arthritic fingers. Unable to really read what time the clock even says, he remarks to himself in a somber tone, "I guess it doesn't really matter, since I'm not going to be going anywhere for a long time." Settling down in his chair, there's a familiar pinch in his leg from the old knife his father gave him as a young boy. The texture of the bone handle agai

Some pain fads but time holds no bonds to the hole. You fixed me once. You made time stand still. So the hole you made stands open. Time stands still there as my heart grows cold, but the burning grows. My evil heart pains for yours. Time flys by in my minds eye old thoughts and missed moments tearing at my skull. With every flash of time splashed on my soul. I stand ready for the day my evil heart gets to stand still next to yours lost in the sands of life and love.