Inspired by:
Emilie Autumn - Gloomy Sunday (A.K.A. Hungarian Suicide Song)
Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless
Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless
Little white flowers will never awaken you
Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thought of ever returning you
Would they be angry if I thought of... joining you... ?
Gloomy Sunday.
Gloomy is Sunday,
With shadows I spend it all
My heart and I have decided to end it all
Soon there'll be candles and prayers that are sad I know...
Let them not weep! Let them know that I'm glad to go...
Death is no dream for in death I'm caressing you
With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you
Gloomy Sunday.
Message to xxsuperduperxx: Thank you for the support and the help you've given me! I will repay you the favor!
This is it! The final version of this story. So many changes came and went; and I’m glad I revisited this story. You might not know, but this was the first fanfic I ever wrote. Of course the previous versions sucked a lot; I only nailed this story on my 4th try at it.
Why does this feel so… Amnesia/Silent Hill-ish?