Meh, post what you've written, or what you like, doesnt matter to me, I find my topics usually fail in here anyway lol.
Time has passed in shadows, small insects of darkness that have haunted my soul. So slowly was its torture, that for moments, I believed it had stopped completely.
Now I fear it's emminent return will throw me amoung the thorns of reality, and that I will be lost within its drum. I have followed another mans path, and must now remove myself from his cloth and create my own. But so weary am I of a world that runs to save nothing. I have become so tired of its endless greed and miscomprehension.
And now... now to be alone, is the worst thought of all.
To become trapped in the swamps and have nowhere to turn. To lie cold amoung down filled pillows. To live like a king on a throne made of sadness.
All things of which I cringe at their thought.
Listen LISTEN! the bell tolls and the insects flee. Sunrise comes, and its chill is ernest. Time comes to claim me, to claim my happieness as toll for its passing.