November 2009
Secrets (11/27/09)(EDIT)
The pond has finally risen to my throat; I assumed I could escape the ascension, I thought I could simply outrun it. “Rise! This is our time to shine! They’ll never see us coming, Through white eyes and lost lives. The road will be painted with the imprints of our footsteps, Yes; We shall have victory.” I’ve led my followers into the sea, Where only the scream of the last bubble Shall be the...
Conformists; (11/04/09)
I swear, I won’t remain outside this operating room much longer, These vacant words of artificial titles tattooes on my sleeves. I can’t look; I won’t stay to see what they’re turned you tino, But you know me all too well; I’ll never say no when your begging on your knees. But llok at you now; the clone of a clone, A stranger, a friend; all alone. I won’t stay,...
