BloodthirstyVampire

"Ma l'essenza di quel tipo di amore non stava proprio nell'abbandonare l'abituale senso di alienazione e di sfiducia, un abbandono così totale che la conseguente accettazione ne risultava intellettualmente orgasmica?"

Dopo un po' di tempo ho deciso di tornare e magari darmi un po' da fare...

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 hom