Love and Betrayl -- Prologue
The sound of cracking bones echoed through the alley way along with the screams as the sound of flesh being beatin’ echoed that of the echo’d screams, no one even seems to notice, not on this dark night a month to Halloween and everyone always gets so worked up over it... it’s became the greeting card season... but no one bothers to look any deeper than the dressing up and receiving candy part. It’s one of the most powerful
nights in an entire year. This is the part where you’re suppose to nod and look vaguely interested and go... ah-huh... yeah... oh sure I know that...
Something's wrong, shut the light
heavy thoughts tonight
and they arent of snow white..
dreams of war, dreams of liars
dreams of dragon's fire
and of things that will bite
Sleep with one eye open.. gripping your pillow tight
People think when the body dies that the soul doesn’t live on... we know better all of us do... and Halloween is the best time for this soul to revenge to strike out at the ones it loves or hates the most.
The body is limp now nothing but whimpering now as the body slowly dies from internal bleeding, all because he didn’t have a wallet or anything to give the muggers... but don’t you worry they’ll get theirs... everything has it’s course and in it’s course
everything has a place... the cosmo distribute them as they feel fit... and that’s where I come in... I’m the exception to the rule... I am the living walking talking three fold...
Heavy rings hold cigarettes
Up to lips that time forgets
While the Hollywood sun sets
Behind your back
I believe there is a quote that sticks in my head alot... it goes something like this...
“The fear of death is the most unjust of all fears, for there’s no risk of accidental for someone who’s dead.” -- Albert Einstein.
Disclaimer... the basic story of the crow is copyrighted of James O’Barr. but this story
and characters are my characters please do not steal them.