What good am I if my mind sees through the eyes of thieves and knaves and my words are fashioned from malice so as to say I lie with vagabonds and sleep with flea dogs these are my brothers tell me do What good am I
I stroked her headstone gently whispered to the dead show me asking for a preview of death when I finally take my last breath will I haunt my lovers tears of rain or will I chase away Cancer's pain from Halloween Queen named Kellee? Are we blinded by light or can we see? Do we suffer forever or are we set free? Will our shadow creator ever let us be?