• ..., The Door Slowly opens as my crimson tears fall,nothing there never is, a smile on his face as the razor meets the flesh once again, avoice from behind?, that sweet and angelic voice that haunts his very dreams, filled his ears as two arms come out of the darkness and wrap themselves around his neck, eyes widen as he feels a kiss upon his head, in mid-air the razor falls, her voice whispers into his ear, a nod, smiles, a kiss, death, fades to black,...