Cries
To Have Seen.
Cries-
Slide, Crunch
And to Him a-facing
Be'd Like "A Thief in The Night"
Hails the hallowed darkness
A-wisping, from... this sight.
Tinkle, Sigh
Ghosts reverbrating
Withdraws to that neverend
Tears one, chilling sigh
For that forever Umbralic.
Taut, Why?
Still waters awakened
Embraces of tip-to-t'end
Lashes, In draconic pursuit
To that void n'existent.
Bold, Die
Unforgiving brightness
T'which in searing descent
Engulfs me not
Thats primal-spoken emotions.
Sap, Swift
Blossoms such otiose
How saccharine, How divine,
To ha'd seen the eyes
Of Desperate Human Deception.
Jestions.
More Pills...
Wonderful.
A Past, Reborn
Just thought that perhaps, I'd do like all others have done.
And so I shall scribe the story of fate, that which was written for me.
As what unfolded during the passing of the years. On the date, so spoken as the First of January, 2007, "New Year" of the Gregorian Calander.
Of unapparent reason, my new years greeting, of which I had addressed to but a-many people, was sent, and re-sent repeatedly for approximatly 8 times. Until I forcefully removed its battery, which it then refused to power up any more.
Yet, I had it said, said, and said once again.
I had it decreed to all those which cared.
For the passing of years marked that of great significance.
On the passing of years, there was but a one I saw fell, rested, and ultimatly rebirthed.
As that which unfolded during the reinitiation, on the date, so spoken of as the Third of January, 2007.
I stepped into the floors of Catholic JC, with undoubtly, much unwillingness. For in my heart I had, despite the reunification, carried through much, much, very much prejudice.
Though, I have to admit, I had a pretty good impression of the Facilitators. They were nice people, yeps.
Thursday's was similar to Wednesday's.
And as for Friday, the Fifth of January, 2007,
Unable I was, to attend school.
I... had a hospital appointment.
So did I on Saturday. I and the good doctor had a relatively pleasant talk.
And I shall speak more of it soon.
To Hide
-Standing in the shadow of our lives-
And indeed on the verge of updating.
I was, truely.
And procrastination's annoying, comforting thrusts failed not in my seduction.
-To Hide our imperfections-
And I shall speak more, on a day left on this path lain before.
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