iWriteToMusic

La muerte y la vida hablaban De mil temas sin sentido y agonías La vida le decía a la muerte Todo mundo sueña y se ilusiona La muerte con un gesto triste le dijo que eso Era verdad, ya que la gente Se en carilla de lo material como lo irreal. La vida sonrió triunfante Realidad mi gran amiga Es la que les tortura como comprenderás, Los mortales deben entender que nada es eterno Todo tiene un límite La muerte le contesto Eso es verdad. En tierra viven los mortales En el cielo las almas En los infiernos viven los malditos Y en inframundo los que no tienen rumbo. La vida le pregunto a la muerte

"You could've told me, Davey. You could've trusted me." "I couldn't trust anyone...I'm sorry." ***** It was still snowing when Davey awoke. He could feel the individual flakes, saturating his clothes and clinging to his eyelashes. You're still alive, Davey...you're still alive. It's just a dream...you're just dreaming again. The violin was still playing, closer and louder than ever, and Davey reluctantly opened his eyes. It's just a dream, only a dream.... A man stood roughly 10 feet away from him, his ghostly pale skin streaked with black, and his long raven hair blowing about in the cold wind. The man hadn't noticed Davey's presence

"...So this is how it ends, then?" The man smiled sadly, his soft brown eyes brimming over with tears. "No...this is just the beginning." ***** Once underground, it didn't take long for Davey's eyes to adjust to the darkness. Jinxx had led him down into a series of tunnels, twisting catacombs that carried the two men further into the warm embrace of darkness, away from the frozen garden that remained above them. Along each side of the stone path, flames jumped up from shallow trenches, throwing grotesque shadows against the cold grey walls. The tunnels soon branched off, leaving only one path. There were no flames along this path, though