Salvation comes not under many forms and somehow the arrogance shown to me was the arrogance that will make me ravage all those who face me without grief. Kiss of death has never been within me as death is but another excuse to let go, to give up. Some have pointed me out, calling me a poser, wannabe goth. Ironic, as I am not goth at all but merely willing to be myself. Not original, not superficial, just me. Arrogance will not go unoticed.
Darkness, opposite of light? Nein…yet complementary. Yes some have come to label it as the negative side of life yet I beg to differ with vigour. Darkness, is merely another way of seeing things, perceiving life. Every medal has two faces. Just like light, darkness can be positive just as much as negative. The only thing that makes it vary in it’s aspect is the way the person is, reacts, perceives, lives. I am not one to judge, yet opinions are always welcomed.
Bitter I am not yet vicious I can be if provoked. Fair warning.
And now as emotion sickness grabs me by the throat I shall retreat to pure somnolence and meditate on the things that aren’t truly there, yet that I wished they would be. And how memorable are the soft touches of desire when they suddenly disappear to a nether world…I miss my soft touches, and somehow, waiting for them to come back will be a pain in the ass, as patience has never been on my side…
Alone as any good crow ought to be…Scared as any wise warrior should be…dead…as every piece of hope will be…
Dying on a man, full of faith…There’s no forgiveness when a blackened soul makes her own way…Vagabond, errant in my own complications…where will I run again…
Laissez moi mourir en paix, puisque je le puis…avec toute certitude, ce sont mes pensées qui s’envoleront avec toi…