I feel like sitting down infront of a large indoor fireplace With a crystal glass full of wine And a hard surface for an old peice of parchment And a black ink pen And sit so close... I could feel the flames lick my skin One strand of my hair will burn away And my thoughts will race And I will be unable to write down them all At least, not in time... So I'll take in a deep breath Recite my chant Lay my head on the pillow And let my heart burn And my head rest
Okay, so Maybe I'm just to bored to ryhm now. *yawn* Yew can't blame me. It's 2:30AM here. Off to bed!