#alcatine

[mister---death]

                      those fingers in my hair              that sly come hither stare                           that strips my c o n s c i  o u s bare                                                                              it's witchcraft

alcatine and sinefine-esse

                    ☠☠   'and i've got no defense for it, the heat is too intense for it.                         what good would common sense for it do?' Death was currently                       swaying his hips from one side to the other, cigarette hanging from his                           mouth as he sung. He wanted to dance and so he would grab the                          nearest stranger and begin to do so.