The HallowingI am a sick, diseased monsterA deadened bodyCraving for existanceMy eyes are falling inwardsMy stomach's falling outMy spine is twistedAnd my lips are parchedI can't think anymoreNot the way I used toI could have gone farI could have saved the worldBut I didn'tInstead I trustedAnd I got brokenShatteredLeft for deadBut I kept on livingNot aliveI wonder ifWhat you are doing is rightIf this is good for youCan you take meOr am I just one of many?I am addictedTo youLike you couldn't imagineBecause you haveWhat I am deniedYou even slip a littleLet a little of myPoison inand I will keepComing backFor that release.
The SeductionI pull you closer to meDrawing you inWhere you can't get outA brush of the lipsAcross your neckAnd the sweet pinch of teethLetting you knowHow well we are aliveFingers seeking faithTracing your faceTugging gently at your hairMy lost sensesDiscover your soulHiding behindThose Tragic blue eyesI feel you surrenderTo my ravenousUnknownAnd I pull youPull you inTaking youTo a placeOf pure oblivion
.:Rose Red and Rose White:.Narrator: Once upon a time there was a widow who lived by herself in the woods far away from the towns. In front of her house grew two rose bushes. One held delicate white blossoms, while the other was a bold scarlet.One night, when the sky was clear, she saw the first star in the sky. And on that star, she made a wish. She made a wish for a family.The next morning, when the sun rose, the widow found two girls nestled beneath each of the bushes. She named each after the flower from which they came. Rose Red was fiery and outgoing, while her sister, Rose White, was calm and quite.The daughters proved to be great help, especially during the winter days. One evening, when the snow was falling hard, there was a knock on the door.Mother: Go, Rose White, and see what poor soul is outside the door.(enters Panda through door)Rose White: (gasps) a panda!Panda: Do not be afraid. I will do you no harm. I am half frozen and would like to warm myself for a while by your fire.Rose Red