...Well, boring weekend. Study study, comp, study...... I feel like a geek lol. Anyway. Well I've been reading this short story from included in Alesana's new album (ok, its already been 6 months) The Emptiness : A story told through the eyes of a sketch artist. And its actually pretty good. Well out of boredom, i guess i'll type out the story here so that i can read it should i lose that booklet/pamphlet whatever. haha. So here goes.

Her youthful flush color had drained from her much like the very blood from her veins upon the bedding which she lay. Such a foul image for one to behold, but in some twisted way it only seemed to enhance her exquisite beauty, like a lily on a grave. Today is April the 16th, 1898. I am a sketch artist who lives in a small town called Slough, which is situated nineteen miles west of Charing Cross on the outskirts of Greater London. I am here to tell you a story. A story that will torture your thoughts by day and poison your dreams by night. And though I will do my best, that are no words that can be written nor brush strokes laid on canvas that could describe the stark and utter horror of the night that Annabel died. The emptiness will haunt you.

Yep that's the prologue. And don't be too bothered by what the author wrote, its not disturbing at all, its just a sad story which makes no sense at various times. But its still serves as good reading material when you're bored. haha.