Saturday, 25 November 2006

• Currently Listening From Paris to Berlin By Infernal see related

  ~He's so...dead to me.~

  Wraths

  He was level-headed,
  So straight-forward with facts,
  Logic and morality intertwined with each a selfish act;
  And in the end, it didn't come down to that.

  She pleaded with her beliefs,
  And bled with her determination;
  He turned a blind eye,
  And chose extermination.

  Confrontation brought with it no salvation,
  And opposing sides denied wish of accusation.
  As time seemed one be the victor,
  A consensus was in no arrangement without bicker.

  Anger would be cast upon him,
  And self-hatred would consume her,
  Each with regret & drained of sanity,
  Of things left unsaid for their vanity.

  In time's journey and life's aging,
  What would be awaiting in the aftermath,
  Of these dangerous Wraths?

  ~~~Lisa [Cura]

  Hmm, yea. It was something I had done on Thanksgiving...I haven't written anything in forever. Though everything I do write tends to be such rubbish. It came into existence on Thanksgiving thanks to my father...that asshole of a man.

  But anyway, I haven't really been doing anything. I want to go to the bookstore really bad, and I have to wait until tomorrow. I don't want to go back to school...it's such a hell hole there. I wish I was graduated already -.-' *sigh*

  Well, I know it's late, but I hope everybody had a nice Thanksgiving.

  Bye.

   

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