by Daft Deception » Sun Dec 12, 2010 9:30 am
she sipped at the honey substance, and hummed softly to herself, a song that she remember from when she still lived with her dad....I cut the flesh and make you bleed, fresh skin is what I need, I let it dry out in the wood, all your crying did no good, Yeah, This is the house come on in, this is the house built on sin, this is the house nobody lives, this is the house get what you give, yeah yeah. the lyrics played over and over through her mind.