Reading Stoic_Slaughter's journal

But I can't. I have to post some. Just a little.

I know not you
I know not you, bright light of day
which makes my inner tempest say
"Oh life, oh light, why do you stay?
Why must I be exposed?"
My tempest leads me from the light
and only lets me see the night
to make me feel I shouldn't fight
the offer it proposed.
I know not that, my inner storm
devoid of structure, mind, or form
which does not like the subtle warm
of light I do not know.
And so I live each morose day
within a veil of neutral gray
because the light brings me dismay
and makes my tempest show.

::breathes:: Okay. Sorry. I know I said no more poetry, but I lied. Forgive me? :X

For my next trick, I shall make you all disappear.

This post was edited by Stoic_Slaughter on Mar 20, 2004.