19 February 2007

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Screeching as it races by, leaving a howling sonic boom,
The wind freezes my hand, burning it with an hatred of life.
An eviscerater of living flesh, acid claws melt the warmth from my
Hands, my body, melting into my soul.
Ever more viscous my will becomes, creating rhythms of sluggish thought.
One last thin, weak grasp at warmth,
My heart apathetically makes the attempt,
As I dream of the final eternal blissful sleep
With my True Bride in her gown
Of Pure White Snow.

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These are the thoughts and feelings as they happen. The subject matter and verbage may be of a more mature nature, and may be considered sensitive by some. In respect for that, I shall try to remember to give headers (with some space before post) and attempt to just "suggest" sensitive verbage.

Peace, Blessings, I hope this can help some.