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<font size="5px" color="red"> some of my favorite pages from GRIM TALES. </font>

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Another day in this carnival of souls

Another night's sands end as quickly as it goes

The memories are shadows, ink on the page And I can't seem to find my way home

And it's almost like Your heaven's trying everything

Your heaven's trying everything To keep me out

All the places I've been and things I've seen

A million stories that made up a million shatered dreams

The faces of people I'll never see again

And I can't seem to find my way home

Cause it's almost like

your heaven's trying everything to break me down

Cause it's almost like

your heaven's trying everything to keep me out

The colour grey:

The sun shines through the crack in my curtain...

My eyes slam shut.

Not another day of agony inside of my mind! E

very waking hour i spend trying to forget.

The feelings within.

The steam rises, like many silver snakes from the kettle..

Listening intently to the sound of boiling,

Almost like rage.

I can feel it building inside of me.

I feel like the colour white. Alone. Restless.

As i sip on my tea,Trying to wake up and see sense.

I wonder what things would be like without me?

I start to dream of how to die...

I feel like the colour green.

Calm.

And safe when i wonder this.

I long for the steel colour of metal in my skin.

I desperately need to see the sound of blood.

The feeling of escape.

The knowing of peace.

The colour black.

Silent.

Still.

The sun shines through the crack in my curtain...

My eyes slam shut.

Not another day of agony inside of my mind!

Every waking hour i spend trying to forget.

The feelings within.

I feel like the colour grey....

Tormented.

Hysteric.

White Noise.

i think you'll find that i have come to take your soul. ''but why?!?!'' i don't like the way you use it. i gave you warning, now you will know how heartless feels. end of. hurts, doesn't it? *evil laugh* i love the way bad blood runs when its spilt.....