Forgotten and delivered as bait in my incantation of self preservation. I am now no one to the world of all that I knew. Many times I wonder what could have been and see that was has been never even registered into the formula. A lost pigeon in a hurricane, I am now a no one with nothing for something to foresee the one thing I lack...I hate those things that saw my ways yet it never to register the awesome highways of my mind. Only music is heard at the funeral, the flowers to wither in the prescience of a god of hate and darkness. No one ever said life would be thoughts of the past as regret but they all said that the past of regret is what makes your thoughts of life. The water fall that made my dreams at night grows louder and wider, but the bridge only consumed in its power of awe. Desecrated behaviors lurk the shadows of passion and hope. In the end I have returned to my true nature, the rag doll to thrash, I am now free as a captive of sorrow and pain. The solution is candid to any one and to no one is clear. I leave to be sharpened as another of fear. Hope I’m not crumpled into shredded heaps, but then again no one cares for the likes of me...I stick to my faithful and loyal as well, tomorrow is coming and I know who will tell.
 Vulpi_Phasmatis · Sat Oct 20, 2007 @ 10:13am · 0 Comments |
