Welcome friends to my tomb do mind my cauldron i am making a brew for the witches down the wood path,
A soft sound complimented by a softer light
Married to death, Oh what a wonderful life
I am perfectly happy but the softest light shows my reflection is sad
Just going through the pages of my life
Awww just feeding a few hungry furiends
The innocent white ribbons of my soul turns to black butterflies as i forget to remember
Well you have got to know me now i must leave you alone in my tomb i hope you don't get lost in the fog
my heart beats rainbow.
this is me . i was laying on fur that day white fur.