entangled,
thoughtless peering ...
into the dark,
at once
an awakening;
there is no escape
It soon would consume her but how?
"Is it with force that the deamon will overtake me?
Or by terror,
by fear?"
not fear of death
or at least not of mortal form
but of love,
the face of the deamon is love it's self...
the tarnished, weathered soul grows colder;
each passing.
into the darkness she stares
her eyes can preceive what lies within
but she is unaware...
she sees what bright eyed innocence is blind to
but she is unaware...
like a feline creature she absorbs the darkness
and thrives
is not to be loved
can not love
she is love,
an uncertianty
Friday, October 5, 2007
thoughtless
A Literary oddity by Tony "danger" Morrey as of 10/05/2007 09:59:00 PM
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Holy Crap! It's been how long since you updated? I a,mostdeleted the blog on my links. You've renewed my faith. You should write a book or something
haunting. lovely.
I still say that I am jealous of your writing skills. You can have the way I think anyday if I could for one moment have some of your talent.
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