A scrap made deviation on Deviant Art. I'm storing it here for safe keeping. ^^


Bind this mind in time with reason . . .
. . . Oh joyous chorus of decaying lust!
The flies that fly are now screaming treason
And I am falling face down in the dust.

Forgotten Past, my memories cease just long enough to see your pain,
I can’t feel it anymore and from your presence I have refrained.

Oh, brittle soul made of plaster
Shattered in haste upon the floor
For fear that you’d betray your master
Are you resigned to rise no more?



Now. On to Spanish . . . then a Walmart Run. Ja.