2008-05-08 - 6:12 pm
Pieces of a shattered beast, huddled in a corner of it's tattered cage. It cannot hear you, there are no external influences, no sesations that can disturb it's fetal posture. It waits for the time to come, when it has purpose, when it has a story to tell.
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When water falls down upon you, do you feel the tumult from the clouds. Were it truly the sky's tears falling down upon you, would you be overwhelmed by the saddened bits that soaked in?
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Whatever the season,
Whatever the course,
No ryhme or reason,
(Just look at the source...)
I fail to suppress the want that I have,
It's part of a dream that I can never have.
Would you still smile upon me if you knew my heart? If my mind whithered away to a dark murky place, would you teach me to laugh? If my soul was blackened by so many sins, could you still find it's light?
