.:Monday, November 21, 2005:.
People always complain. Don't they ever stop and just appreciate what they have? I seriously wonder. And those weird shows about either alien life forms wiping out the human species or what notts wiping us out. Man- made fears. I wonder what are they all so scared about. If aliens
or our creaters feel that this stupid race should be wiped out, we could just fight to the last man or die. No other solutions are offered. There's not really much we can do about it, but rather than thinking about it, I'd rather just leave us be.
I've not been writing too many sadistic stuff lately. Must be too much influence from my Grace and Galen. I'm even joining them in their training soon. Maybe. I guess i'll try one of my poems now:
Starry night forbodes dark tellings,
In words of wonders lies the dark midst.
I lie in wait till you come,
And as every moment passes,
My life is draining away;
And I can hear the blood slowly dripping,
Hypnotically even-paced they are,
And even though I know,
deep in my broken heart;
that you'll not be coming,
I will wait for you.
Even if the last drop of blood is gone,
I, will still be waiting,
In this beautiful, deserted white chapel;
My blood stained on the marble slab,
I will wait for you...
Always...
....be waiting
for you.
Hmm, how's that? Not sadistic enough for my taste though. The angst is there, still, mushy type, but still there. I'll improve, I bet you.
Magically Rendered at;
`2:50 PM
