

Savior of my Soul. *Betrayer of my soul* My life’s slow doom *Endless sensation of cold* My skin paled blue *If you’re lifeless eyes only knew* The pain in the depths of my mind *All caused from a single touch* The small sting of vitality drained *I witness you wandering in the dress of bloodstains* Tattered and torn my heart, the sight drains *My faceless expression let's the mirror hold thy pain* Trapped in the world of reflections *My eSavior of my Soul


Awake Among RestSilent buzz… minor metropolis at rest. Stargazing, pin points of light played out upon midnight blue. Tender panes of green emerge, dimmed light, aurora…the northern wonder. Sleeping calm remains, emerald contrasting navy in rolling blankets, shifting, contorting, claiming its place among the cosmos of the planet’s inner atmosphere. Appearing…star that is not a star racing, rarity within rarity. The wishing dash, a comet of orange, passing for the few who slumber has yet to seize. A chance at the mystic for those who have yet to fall from the eye closing breeze . The mystical heeded to, one to speak within self, to that which may or may not rAwake Among Rest


Perspective ModernLost are all, all are lost, many willing to die at any cost; life no longer a treasure but an item to passively toss away. Gift of life turned to amusement park ride, deformed pleasure and dark intensions from the beginning of us all. Not a single thing good enough to please, all must need change, pride filled minds thinking all to be wrong. Unhappiness to rain supreme, wrong side up smiles, laughing at themselves; a future turned black by misconceptions of what the essence of life can be. Reality viewed with closed eyes, never willing to open; closed to what was once simply there.Perspective Modern
©Myst April 20, 2002 (12:46am)
its called ~postscript La8eR
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When i die place
¤ Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome. ¤
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When i die place
¤ Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome. ¤
thx so much for the
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~maarja~
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~Blessed Are The Shallow, For Depth They Will Never Find~
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My world is always ending, no matter what,
and I've little reason to not want it to end.
However, a woman... a certain woman slows down that ending...
and gives it reason.
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