Songs from the Dead

Beneath the Center Stage

"I can't believe that she's finally saying it. A wicked girl, pure of the filth is turning over towards the grael of the light side.How insane, so much insanity inside a shattered soul that has made me so unsettled that we can still become forever than that thing from something so dark and lifeless. All she is, is just that. Lifeless." I cannot tell why he was screaming of something less important. Ivrina has been told so many times not to let the secrets out, to be known. Now our lives are here towards the black of holes that keeps me swarming for something of some unknown causes.

The mysterious disturbances forwarding through these things was laying right out in front of oursevles the eyes that will be able to tell a single soul once more of our oldest soul walking upon Earth. She has too see to believe but danger will always be the reign of her lost decayed thing. "I know she's doing something else. A twisty sort of thing. Like a flip flop movie. her side plus the darkest of her cell finally acquired for her." I shke my head almost ready for the laughter.Pretty soon we can still see the aura of our world's disgraceful death. Leaving this little wicked thing lost, behind in the dust of pre-destined universes. 

I could have almost fainted. The lack of engraving she wasn't revealing the truth between her real encased coffin and her soul that fits it.Now that we see the truth before our own eyes at this darkest and evil thing we are preventing such obscene things that we cannot even discourage the evil anymore but thrill for it with it. "Many of us have been stolen. From the center stage of this night. You know that right?" I shake my head slowly from lack of drawing rage at this known fact. Our lost voices have recently just begun. Ivrina is the only voice we need right now. Her enemy is our least of our worries I hope 

Between our undying things we were always torn between fiction, facts and reality. Never has this particular world been so near anything with the side of darkness because it always won and we don't remember all of it because it was missed. Now and then again we could only hold onto something more death growling that it realizes our fantasies are the beginning of time but when it comes to the light and a darkness we become these things without the flight of golden trust was always with the devil as soon as our lulling eyes see the worlds horrors beneath the glasses that have not been nearly encased as of yet. 

In the end the light will eventually decease but the darkness will remain as it creates itself again. However, there is an infinite ending also. That story has yet been told, lived. Before the years of cages for the ones who were too powerful to let die and keep dead we had to control the thoughts there actions even there movements inside there decased soul. 

Before they were seeing how powerful the girls center stage was it becomes a bit exciting then dull but now she was telling the best part of her life. A moment that will always be remembered. Now we can still tell clear things through the determination of something so willing we were always on the ride on the verge of something destructive that we can obtain such deep darkness of documents that this won't be erased but will be relived as soon as the sun screams with the fact that it has begun again it won't entice itself. 

Before they were letting the guards out into the shadows of something grotesque we can still see her. her aura represents that of the devil. A female snake that speaks with thousand tongues of the language of the dead. Soon, so fast we can keep the romance alive with the one that has been chosen but she has chosen a different path. The one with its horror smile upon the grave before it was even filled rebirthed or liven again. 

Before we can see the dimensions clearly we were seeing into the minds of the two luckiest souls ever made for this center stage.Now then again we can occur for something so different that this kind of paranormal romance has to be treaded with caution because it can go wrong in so many ways. 

"In the year that we turned ice cold we had to eventually create better coffins. I should tell you all of the creatures my people had ever been but that will take too long. Even though we can tell directly that this girl has all the power in the world to turn it all around we are here forever hoping for her to see into the startling lights of something else something more fascinating that gravitates within the limitation that beholds anything as lovely than that of the stages we have been revealing throughout history. "It's time." 

We get to see them talking. Live reactions, cold laughter between these two lucky people and even see them make fools out of themselves for the wrong answers they were giving. Not even all the while we were tied down towards the privallges of something so enthralling that we can still be the wish that had been before us but the death wish? No. She shouldn't be mentioning that. Unless we can bring the night in the silvering of a sluething moon that keeps us connected we can always see our eyes into the lightening gripping of something so entrusting that grays the presence outcast forever unless we can see the door of death. 

Traveling into the fastest dimension we sped the night up. However, it was still looking dim. "A bit dull, this entertainment was of nothing. No slaughtering and how on Earth's own grave can that guy trust any of her words that she has no mention of killing him when all she has done is mention death?"