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Edentide Dreams.

The nightmare lingers in the shadows.

Created on 2007-07-31 23:19:17 (#13498961), last updated 2009-10-15

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Name:	~*Milla
Birthdate:	1987-03-19

Bio

There is no particular purpose for this journal. It is only here for my own enjoyment, for me to spill random things and to say what's on my mind when I feel I don't want to place it on my primary journal.

So Greatestjournal decided to spit the dummy and as far as I understand most of the people I had friended have an LJ. So, here I am.

This journal, however random it may become will always remain friends locked.

Email me on edentide@gmail.com if you wish to be added with your username. I will only add you if I either already know you or I feel that you can be trusted. There will be no friend's only post.

That is all.

There are few who'd deny, at what I do I am the best
For my talents are renowned far and wide
When it comes to surprises in the moonlit night
I excel without ever even trying
With the slightest little effort of my ghostlike charms
I have seen grown men give out a shriek
With the wave of my hand, and a well-placed moan
I have swept the very bravest off their feet

Yet year after year, it's the same routine
And I grow so weary of the sound of screams
And I, Jack, the Pumpkin King
Have grown so tired of the same old thing

Oh, somewhere deep inside of these bones
An emptiness began to grow
There's something out there, far from my home
A longing that I've never known

I'm a master of fright, and a demon of light
And I'll scare you right out of your pants
To a guy in Kentucky, I'm Mister Unlucky
And I'm known throughout England and France

And since I am dead, I can take off my head
To recite Shakespearean quotations
No animal nor man can scream like I can
With the fury of my recitations

But who here would ever understand
That the Pumpkin King with the skeleton grin
Would tire of his crown, if they only understood
He'd give it all up if he only could

Oh, there's an empty place in my bones
That calls out for something unknown
The fame and praise come year after year
Does nothing for these empty tears

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