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Well, my roommate is...in better spirits, it seems. I could always be wrong, as we really don't seem to see each other all that often at times. He leaves rather early and I sleep until I'm forced awake...for now. I could easily get up earlier, but I see no reason to, aside from the classes that required attendance.
Slowly but surely I'm getting to know more people. Or perhaps a better term is...learning about more people. I can't really say I'm getting to know them...that would imply that I made some sort of -friendly- connection...
And I somehow doubt that could happen amongst most.
I haven't seen anything of that bewitching redhead lately, and what free time I've had has been taken up with writing once more. It's almost intoxicating dwelling on our actual meeting. He was so brave...and yet he seemed so scared. Do I come off as predatory...?
Well now that's a rather...amusing question that begs no answer.
Here, the brother poem to my last work. I need to save it here before I move off to...study others. Perhaps one more disaster I can add to my...generous supply...
Raven Dance
Midnight sadness, coldly glowing
Dance of time is faintly slowing
Tears of blood create a rose
Haunted ruby eyes will close
Ironic smile, banned from light
Forever part of cursed night
Blood will flow from pale white skin
A tear will fall for every sin
Twilight dancing, light and dark
Pierce the flesh to leave a mark
Fighting off the loving madness
Give in to the wretched sadness
Elysium calling, hide away
In the Sylvan prison stay
Safe and locked away with strife
Quell the demons, shadowed life
Every sin creates a tear
Gently glowing embers near
Light will pull away from harm
Darkness in salvation's arms...
Slowly but surely I'm getting to know more people. Or perhaps a better term is...learning about more people. I can't really say I'm getting to know them...that would imply that I made some sort of -friendly- connection...
And I somehow doubt that could happen amongst most.
I haven't seen anything of that bewitching redhead lately, and what free time I've had has been taken up with writing once more. It's almost intoxicating dwelling on our actual meeting. He was so brave...and yet he seemed so scared. Do I come off as predatory...?
Well now that's a rather...amusing question that begs no answer.
Here, the brother poem to my last work. I need to save it here before I move off to...study others. Perhaps one more disaster I can add to my...generous supply...
Raven Dance
Midnight sadness, coldly glowing
Dance of time is faintly slowing
Tears of blood create a rose
Haunted ruby eyes will close
Ironic smile, banned from light
Forever part of cursed night
Blood will flow from pale white skin
A tear will fall for every sin
Twilight dancing, light and dark
Pierce the flesh to leave a mark
Fighting off the loving madness
Give in to the wretched sadness
Elysium calling, hide away
In the Sylvan prison stay
Safe and locked away with strife
Quell the demons, shadowed life
Every sin creates a tear
Gently glowing embers near
Light will pull away from harm
Darkness in salvation's arms...