they will wreak havoc. they will whisper to you the dreadful lullabies of spilled dreams and broken alphabet blocks that spell out the month of your death. they will take you on a trip to the dark side of the moon, where your secrets lay and where all your shattered hearts reside. they will tell you that death was written between your lips and how i fell in love with it the first time i experienced it. yes, i fell in love with a reaper and their scythe was the perfect rose for me. i fell in love with the end of the world, and so will you, darling. so will you.