“I long for the sweet embrace of Death.”
“Of course you do.”
“To swoon into xir arms at last, to ask for a kiss, to succumb at last to xir tender touch. Ah! What bliss.”
“I long for the sweet embrace of Death.”
“Of course you do.”
“To swoon into xir arms at last, to ask for a kiss, to succumb at last to xir tender touch. Ah! What bliss.”