||[Feb. 2nd, 2004|12:24 am]
it is this carnivorous implication of meaning that surrounds my empty chest cavity. |
cautiously approach the end, but hold tightly to your rope of thoughts.
what in time will come of this bitter taste and this far bitterer man.
madness sets in every moment, every single second..
it eats my thoughts like a thirsty little demon.
those birds are comforting, those songs so settling.
where do you lead raven, good friend?
inquisition is wearing thin. . .is wear thin. ..
raven. . .