Laying on his bed she peels apart a black rose humming a beautiful tune,blood runnibg down her arm from her hands bacause of the sharp thorns.Inhaleingthe scent of the rose her chest slowly riseing and falling as she watches the petals fall to the ground and he looks at her hungerliy ill finish later
TheDarkBloodOfRini · Thu Aug 11, 2005 @ 04:33am · 0 Comments |