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Mood ~Unlucky (everything sux today crying ) ~
Music ~Eleanor Rigby-The Beatles~
The grey that lights the sky is in your face again, my dear.
<center> It really suits your mind. </center>
One would expect you to have died.
<center>Winter always was as cold as me. </center>
Is that why? Should I remember all the times the sky has fallen and I was always there to see it?
<center> Recount your ways, fickle child.</center>
Why do you call me so?
Even the grey can break as you see now.
Let the icy blue of Heaven shine through and renounce yourself so that you may be free.
<center> The grey really does suit you, Love.</center>
Should you let it, it will guide your way through...
<center>In its bite, I can feel the pulse of all that hides beneath its pale complexion.</center>
How can I know what is real?
<center> Its rhythm is my own as I am it. </center>
Should I know your face?
<center> As before you have me lost but then again you are one to talk.</center>
<center>Devoid of color.</center>
Lifeless lie.
<center> Return to the unending soul of Heavens Hell.</center>
Its mirth does you good.
Is this the death that was to come??
<center>And so it ends three times thus. An end of ends to end it all.</center>
Were you always just a child?
<center> Maybe yet to be known is that which starts it all but within each beginning there lies the end.</center>
It suits you.
<center> The sky. </center>
But it is over now.
<center> Rain.</center>
 Paranine · Mon Dec 20, 2004 @ 09:33pm · 3 Comments |
