

Michigan WinterIm feeling cold. My fingers are white, without color, The rest much the same, of chalky pallor.Michigan Winter
The wind pierces my flesh and clothes, Chills my heart, my soul.
The leaves have fallen, they now lay dead, Their whispers gone, Ive forgot what they said,
Were they there at all? Did they ever really fall? Has winter really come? Is summer over with and done? Ive forgotten already.
The snow drifting onto streets, To cover all in whited sheet.
The sparkle of the sun on snow, But the sun is gone, for the best you know. &


Happy BrainchildThe sun, she shines, the earth, she wakes, the sky, so blue, so fine, the dark is gone, but to return and take, the colours of the day, to sing its song, away from light, away from hate.Happy Brainchild


Agent of ChaosI want to watch the world burn... Look on the funny side of life, just when it takes a downward turn. I'm not evil, just ahead of the curb... the peoples little hearts of ice, looking for the ills yet cured.Agent of Chaos
They sit and smile, talk and cheer, they huddle and cower and live in fear, they'll soon eat themselves, too quick to eat each other, serving only themself, they'd just as soon stab their mother.


Wat?Of the arcane and of the divine, and of god,Wat?
his water and wine, Of the sun and of the night, and of the pale reflected moonlight,
The fool, the king, the queen, the pest, the soldier, the writer, the mage, and the rest,
All sometimes to rest, to dine, all in time will wither and die, All will wrinkle, lose their sight, all to sleep and never rise,
They struggle and writhe to be the best, others see it as twisted test, They come to laugh at others, lest they chance to share fate with the rest.
Of the arcane and of the divine, the w
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Kthx bye!
Signed,
An Imperfect Stranger
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CoPaP | ~bulgaria
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