The poetry of light and darkness.
The pain of being something you are not & being what you are.
Plain, bloody, consuming, lethal magnificent life.
My own past.
Not in years... but in agony.
Gothic and sometimes beautiful.
Always beating with a heart that is partly my own.
Stay a while and enter my world.
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Saturday, August 14, 2010
They call to me From a dreamland Awakening me What am I now? Voices that scream Sing Sweet, powerful allure Telling stories of the century Those moments we've past yet live in forevermore