OMG! More blasted poetry. Tuff luv boys and ghouls. This is MY opera stage, go find yer own! scream twisted *Yeah! what she said!* LET THE GAMES BEGIN! rofl cool
Sleeping golems of the darkest mind. After the sun sets to the night within. Writhing beneath oneself, blacker still and full of day. Let the world begin. Walking without knowing the path. Stretching the limits of dreaming. For the foolish often dream. Then we are a race of fools in seeming. For fools we often seem. Laughter speaks of mourning in the sky. And... as my heart is still young. I cannot understand, nor do see why. I've lived higher than the clouds, where heaven meets the sea. I am my own immortal, and death... cannot reach me. Who is the tide built for but to wash away the same sadness of yesterday? What is an echo but the answer to a question? How bright is the sun inside a cloudy mind? Why does it hide? Where has hope fled before this storm? When will it come back to save us? Safe from the life of the mundane norm. When will it come to take us...
Thank-you, thank-you, no need to worship 3nodding twisted *Hoooboy sweatdrop * Unnh...I'll...Just be going...NOW! RUNRUNRUNRUINCHAOSDESTRUCTIONMASACRE! lol Crazy as always.
-Angela
Kalienne · Tue Aug 09, 2005 @ 02:50am · 0 Comments |