[center]You cannot make puppets out of dead people´s bodies, and then bring them to life for real. Even if you could, DON´T TRY!!! The following story is written from the nightmares of a sick child. A sick child, who still can´t find the light. Me. [u]MIDNIGHT[/u] Midnight...I see the snow that´s falling Midnight...Still hanging on this wall I´m thinking back in time To when they were still alive Free of misery Oh...But it has never to be Midnight...I see the snow that´s falling Midnight...And still you´re haunting me I´m thinking back in time To the cellar in the darkest night All the misery All..the blood I had to see Midnight...Midnight...Midnight...Midnight They´re ready for the show Now the blood must flow They´re waiting above Oh noooo! "Let the show begin" [/center]