segunda-feira, outubro 31, 2005
happy samhain, she whispers.
"I'm gonna work the straw
Make the sweat drip out of every pore
And I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding
Right before the lord
All the words are gonna bleed from me
And I will sing no more
And the stains coming from my blood
Tell me go back home"
Criado por Isménia @ 8:15 da tarde 
