Roli-Poli-Pooh

The night sky couldn't take me from you, and the sunlight could not set unless you followed me and beheld the kiss that amazed and stopped eveloution. Ib those long hours I sat and began to think, I thaught that if I had a dream to see you once more that we might have sat and had a drink, which to be would have not helped the burning sensation in my chest. The broken pieces of my heart could not be threaded through a needle and as this so I could not reep a flower to bare to you. But I know that you could not have steped back into darkness and fade into a slumber so as to dream of mr once more. So when I left, I shed a tear to kno

Close an eye to have a knife stabbed into your driving red rose heart. A schreech that awakes the lifeless dead. Dared to calm a mind over wild waters? Drew once a blood that stained eternal history, to carry out a mission that only fate knows the answers too. My wounds do not cut me so deep anymore, I feel no pain for it has been too much to turn back the from what has been done. My suppresed anger exploded like a giant ball of chockin gasious fire. Stripped me of hope to grasp reality, pushing me further away from the light and gardens full of love and beauty, my sin is beyond forgiveness and no eye of God will praise upon me tonight.

The fallen pillar that lies in the dust of actions that were cast out by the devil. Dropping tiny portions of poison down the throats of those waiting in line for their next sacraficail dose. Ideas of taking everything we know and turning it upside down, maybe to see it in a different perspective! Looking deeper than we have ever looked, taking the everyday hurt full words and indulging them into our system willingly is the organisation of the world and social stature. In the end the only truth we know is the one we have depended on all our lives or even a life we have depended on for the sake of living in a world less reliable than reli

In an intense affect to get away from the anger, I stumbled in the almost blackened day. The chauros of croacking frogs distorts my cluttered mind. Waving trees push me to the ground and broken bones shatter between skin and cartilage. The broken glass I walk on irratates my feet and my toes bleed with the sorrows of a thousand sorbid images. All around me the raptors create a kind of pleasing atmosphere, the rush in my brain diapates into my vains and begins to elaborate the consiquence to illegal substances. Not so much lost in a world unknown, but I seem to have landed in an area away from the leading map. Once more I find mysel