Don't Ask MeDon't ask meDon't Ask Me
Don't ask me
why I'm crying, for tell you I cannot. My heart
is being stabbed by a dagger scorching hot.
Don's ask me why I feel this way, for I truly cannot explain. My soul, and mind, and body,
are in
everlasting pain.
And don't as me why I love him, for all I can do
is feel. His voice, his touch, his being there,
is all i need to heal.
Angel Of Death- ProloguePrologueAngel Of Death- Prologue
I am standing over a man with my knife in is stomach. He is pleading with me not to kill him. That he has a wife at home waiting for him. I have no pity and smile when he cries out as I twist the knife sharply and thrust it higher into his abdomen. As he dies wonder how and when I became so cold that I can smile as a man breathes his last breath. I shake those thoughts out of my head and yank my knife out of his limp body. I glance down at my clothing and find that, as usual, I have no blood on me at all. Even if I did no one would easily see it, not unless they were right next to me in broad daylight and knew exac
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"It can't rain all the time."
-Eric Draven
"The Crow"
"Dad gave this to me. Fifth birthday. He said you know childhood's over the moment you know you're gonna die."
- Top Dollar
"The Crow"
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