September 10, 2008 - 2:08am — Anzel
*blinks*
Hello again. *looks down, blinks, teeth quiver*
*looks towards the trees* Master creature has allowed me speak. As to satisfy my heart, may I speak?
*tilts his head slightly, and speaks poetically*
Midnight blue
To Queen's night out
For you, love
I am devout
My reasons, vary
My answers draw thin
No matter decision
I lack will to win
Is it to spread
Like virus of flea
Is it to shout out my pulse
Like marquee
When does the drumbeat
Come to an end
And when with my true self
Might I become friend
But the world keeps twisting
I seem to lose track
Of why to love her
And why to love back
There.
I have spoken my words, cold and thoughtful as they may be. Might the cold wind chill me to bone under the sunlight burning me. May my instincts sewn into me take over or remain as who I am.
For I know now if I am truly me, or if I am what I believe myself to now be.
My father is dead. My mother was was, never will be, unless I close my eyes, and she's there. But in all honesty, she's really not, she's a mortal like any other.
I never knew my grandfather.
Or...I never did.
Do I...?
