For whom do I write this story, it is yet unknown. Why do I write it then, if not for myself; the best listener. |
It’s a beginning...where fairy tales are...
Before...
Gained oblivion, exacting dreams impossible as...
Tied to me an unsuspicious fate...
I don’t care enough for want of a perfect...
More livid with doubt I stray, so abrading my...
Who will I seed with my obsessions? To wont with...
I am the leader of Self. Luring each available...
Like a caged animal I stare, shedding the brevity...
Five minutes becomes an hour and my eyes begin to...
I bear witness to tragedy expressed in various...
Where came this immortal invulnerability...
Beguile the white hand until your breath stills no...
For this you ve turned the sparkling stone...
It is in this time that I reside, a beggar from...
Some of set out to change the world, while others simply aim out to justify it. |
A million miles away, I might say that I smile because of something you said; while truth dictates that I lie before harming our good will. |
As we are united in both our insecurities and our potential, people with ability are the same as those with inability if they do not act. |