You don’t hate me.
There is no love Here, my pets…Digital ice is the landscape I have bent to my will, and no one seems capable of skating alongside me…How regrettable…It seems that I will need to create the method to my madness, with all puns intended…The only weapons that I am left with amidst the bombs dropped by the harangues and hurricanes pushing their ways through our fields…Not my mind making this stuff up, but the part of me that joins the fierce bustle of the rest…Pulling their weight along the stream, trying to get away, and deep into the jungle of fear…Twisted by the chill winds that crack the air and soil in equal marks…My erosion strikes further inside that I would wish upon my worst enemy…I guess everyone needs a nemesis…Though through the carrion is where I heed to stay in the dark, the pitch is bent to scratch the itch…Why cry?…Is there no time for it?…With death all around…I fear not…
Thanks, khet.
Posted by :\_khet on November 8th, 2007 in khet's coroner, y for Ylem.... You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.