deadgirl's hallow's eve

in a dead world
on halloween

i find myself twirling in the rotting leaves

there is nothing as sweet as death. The Autumn air is filled with decay and I can't help but love it all.
Oh sweet death I bid to you come and fill me with all your dark beauty....
really now

what else do you expect from a deadgirl?

once again falling deeper
and the nights creatures calling
you may beg to differ
but this pain is appalling
all that is left
are the tears on my dress
i suppose that's what i get
for lighting my own fires

d e a d g i r l ' s . c h a m b e r s

creatures have been damaged