You and I are not the same.
You have demons in your closet.
I have skeletons dancing on my grave.
I dug this grave myself while dancing with my skeletons in the rain.
A rave in the graveyard and a raven on my headstone. Even here beneath the earth I can't find my home.
So amongst the ghosts I roam.
I am weak and weary so upon this log I sit.
Cold and wet and shivering in the mist.
From my purse I grab a notepad and a pen.
Writing tales from beyond the hearse.
Feeling so sad.
And behold upon the ravens foot someone tied a note.
Am I mistaken?
Or just insane.
It's a note from my old friend Pain.
The cryptic note unravels, inked in...