I know it already
I don't want to seal all the doors shut. The windows must remain open. Duct tape in this hour of unprecedented events is merely a myth, a puff of smoke that vanishes as soon as it strrikes the air. Heaven forbid the consequences of turning away. Turning away... need to relive, reminisce the evenings that burn away like straw. Take heed to the words of wisdom that are bestowed every so often. Open and walk, but do not talk. That which burns ever so brightly, for the passing moment, will become bleek for the one that dares not seek.
The unusual circles around your eyes. That stench wreaking from your nostrils, your body, your spirit. That aura is poisoned, tainted soul begone. Haunting, dwindling, madness that surrounds the epoch of solitude. Yes, returning will be hard, but IT MUST BE DONE. Close, open, close, open, find, loss, find loss. Discover, enrapture. Fly with the wind, glide upon waters afar.
Aggravating, disputes between the flustered of three, that does not include me. Once you believe, the truth will be seen. Nothing great is good, unless it is heard. Heed it once more. Tormenting aging, death. No... death is but a gift. THis situation, this conversation, is over. Jubilation is at an end.
This, is not about, ... you. Maniacal, crazy, egotistic, baboon. Don't worry, nothing sprung of this entry is of you, or you, or you. "it is but" how i use that so much, the limits I have not surpassed, but in hopes to become... will... not fall... will not fall. It is but a time when things mustn't be uttered, but screamed, and yelled w/ ferocity that wakes up nothing but the beating drums of Valhalla.
Tempral planes that do not exist in this paranormal world of parallel universes. That twisting tornado i dare not venture. The cake in your eyes tells it all. So silly, so silly. Begotten fools do not realize the quickness of teh eye.. but it isn't the eye that controls the speed, its the soul. Can you understand this? Ay, no one can. The taste of victory is always bittersweet, at a price that can not be wagered, it is a mystery, as is this. As is this... Comprehensive catalog, my mind boggled. Surpassing time and time itself, a sand slips through teh finger, the cortex within the vortex, the liquid that melts, the cold fire that burns with passion, the hellish angel that meets, and speaks to me, with glee. Virtues beyond virtues. I know it already... the question is... do you?
The unusual circles around your eyes. That stench wreaking from your nostrils, your body, your spirit. That aura is poisoned, tainted soul begone. Haunting, dwindling, madness that surrounds the epoch of solitude. Yes, returning will be hard, but IT MUST BE DONE. Close, open, close, open, find, loss, find loss. Discover, enrapture. Fly with the wind, glide upon waters afar.
Aggravating, disputes between the flustered of three, that does not include me. Once you believe, the truth will be seen. Nothing great is good, unless it is heard. Heed it once more. Tormenting aging, death. No... death is but a gift. THis situation, this conversation, is over. Jubilation is at an end.
This, is not about, ... you. Maniacal, crazy, egotistic, baboon. Don't worry, nothing sprung of this entry is of you, or you, or you. "it is but" how i use that so much, the limits I have not surpassed, but in hopes to become... will... not fall... will not fall. It is but a time when things mustn't be uttered, but screamed, and yelled w/ ferocity that wakes up nothing but the beating drums of Valhalla.
Tempral planes that do not exist in this paranormal world of parallel universes. That twisting tornado i dare not venture. The cake in your eyes tells it all. So silly, so silly. Begotten fools do not realize the quickness of teh eye.. but it isn't the eye that controls the speed, its the soul. Can you understand this? Ay, no one can. The taste of victory is always bittersweet, at a price that can not be wagered, it is a mystery, as is this. As is this... Comprehensive catalog, my mind boggled. Surpassing time and time itself, a sand slips through teh finger, the cortex within the vortex, the liquid that melts, the cold fire that burns with passion, the hellish angel that meets, and speaks to me, with glee. Virtues beyond virtues. I know it already... the question is... do you?