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[06 Sep 2005|01:45am]
Wicked Game by Chris Isaak

The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do.
I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you.
I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you.

I don't want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart)
I don't want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart)
With you. With you. (This world is only gonna break your heart)

What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way.
What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you.
What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way.
What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you and,

I don't want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart)
I don't want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart)
With you.

The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do.
I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you.
I never dreamed that I'd loose somebody like you no,

I don't want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart)
I don't want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart)
With you. With you. (This world is only gonna break your heart)
Nobody loves no one.
Drink from me

Haunted Night example post [15 Jun 2005|11:20am]
The first sense that comes back to me is my sense of smell. I smell dust, mildew and stale air. Slowly my sense of hearing returns, yet there is nothing to hear at the moment, only the soft intake and exhale of breath. I am neither awake nor asleep. Neither alive nor dead. Curious. I remember who I am, of course and where I was before arriving here. I am the minion of the dark lord Lucifer, his most powerful servant. I am known only as the Warlock, my Christian name long forgotten. I was sent to the 20th century to retriev the Grand Grimore for my master. I had almost succeeded, however I was thwarted by Redfern and destoryed by that wretch Cassandra. Or so I thought.

Now However I can feel, I can hear my heart beat once again, my lungs move as I breathe in and out. I am alive. I feel like smiling. The Lord provides. Daylight floods my vision as I open my eyes. Indeed, I am alive. Stretching lazily, I prop myslef up on my elbows, still partly lying my back on the floor. Surveying the room, I see that I am not alone as others lay around me. Certainly the strangest group of cretins I have ever layed eyes on. I look about the room, studying the sombre hues walls, a painting that hangs in the corner of the room, an old man staring sternly from it. It reminds me of the puritan priests from my time. I chuckle slightly. Poor Bastards, all those who chased me, they no longer remain as I remain. I return to staring at my compainions on the floor who are far more interesting than this room and it's decorations. Some of the people seem to be stirring. Well, this should be interesting at least
Drink from me

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