Status: This is a work in progress but I am updating as much as I can.
The Dead Are Living
This is a ghost story and a supernatural and I am terrible at makeing summaries but I decided to write a story and have Mitch Lucker in it. He is a ghost and if you read you will understand why he is a ghost other that him being dead and I am incorporating other bands and a origional character of my own who is named October Green.
I hope you read this but in the end if you dont there is nothing I can do.
Author's note/warning:
This story will contain some harsh language, self harm, drug and alcohol, violence and death, also some romantic situations although I have no idea how far they will all go.
And please if you are not mature enough to deal with these listed things then dont read my story because as of late I am in no mood to deal with close minded fools with the maturity level that my neice who isnt in kindergarten would be ashamed of.
If you are interested in this genre of writing please do read this. Your input is welcomed and I know next to nothing about Mitch Lucker only the bigger things so if you would help me out I would be extremely thankful.
I hope you read this but in the end if you dont there is nothing I can do.
Author's note/warning:
This story will contain some harsh language, self harm, drug and alcohol, violence and death, also some romantic situations although I have no idea how far they will all go.
And please if you are not mature enough to deal with these listed things then dont read my story because as of late I am in no mood to deal with close minded fools with the maturity level that my neice who isnt in kindergarten would be ashamed of.
If you are interested in this genre of writing please do read this. Your input is welcomed and I know next to nothing about Mitch Lucker only the bigger things so if you would help me out I would be extremely thankful.
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No one knows who we are
October's POV -
I brought a gun and as the preacher tried to stop me
Chris's POV - Nobody's gonna feel your pain
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I am losing my grip on remembering what's real
October's POV - I will not just lay down and take this Not again
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I couldn't love just anyone, I was created to love just one
Angelo's POV -
I've been missing you so bad
October's POV - We get so complicated This thing is for our memories
- The closer I get is the further I feel
- I'm not afraid that's easy to tell
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I'm an addict for dramatics
Angelo's POV -
We all have our horrors and our demons to fight but how can I win when I'm paralyzed?
October's POV - It's true we're all a little insane
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So with all do respect tell me what is death if life is just a bitch?
Angelo's POV -
You play like violins in a broken ***ing symphony
Mitch's POV -
With every step we take we’re falling apart
October's POV - My head is a mess and it's going to explode
- Our feet stuck in the same concrete
- I can't face the dark without you
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I've never been here before
Angelo's POV: -
The price we pay for the gift we never wanted and cant return
October's POV - I believe this is my darkest hour
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I wont give up on you so don't give up on me. It's not to late for us.
Angelo's POV -
I'll carry you, away from the fire
Angelo's POV -
Death could hear my shame.
October's POV -
The most beautiful woman that I’ve ever seen
Angelo's POV - In the End