Alucardhot1994

You knocked on the door and you heard a lot of shouting. You couldn't help but laugh a little as a tired looking Allistor opened the door. He was a young teenager at the time, but it didn't make him look less attractive. His hair was a fiery red, like his mother's but more intense. His eyes were a stunning shade of green and his skin was pale, because of the almost constant rainy weather in Scotland. He looked exhausted and his clothes were baggy, as if he rushed to get dressed. No surprise, really … after all, he had to raise his four little brothers by himself after their mother died. It was her funeral the next day … so it was un

Inside, my organs reverse themselves, I'm dying.  Pouring out of me, it's not blood, it's control.    I become liquid, one with the eternal sea of tears.      Full of possibilities, opportunities, loneliness. I can't feel, but I feel too much, I've done too much  And said too much, yet too little.    I haven't tried enough, I haven't listened.      To my heart, to your voice, to the future. Hurt is all I am. Nostalgia doesn't exist.  Pain takes over, and I know I'm not the only one    Love, I can't fathom. Hate, I can't feel.      I can't feel. I only cry.

Hey, hey Dad give me some whiskey! Hey, hey Mammie, hey hey Mammie I can't forget the taste of that haggis I ate before! Draw a circle, there's Earth. Draw a circle, there's Earth. Draw a circle, there's Earth. I'm Scotland! Draw a circle, there's Earth. Stare a while, there's Earth. Should that happen to be Earth. I'm Scotland! Ah, a fabulous world, that can be seen with a paintbrush Shout it from the rugged cliffs! Scotland the Bold! ("It's called a kilt England-no-baka, it's MANLY!") Draw a circle, there's Earth. Draw a circle, there's Earth. Draw a circle, there's Earth. I'm Scotland! Draw a circle, there