|
By Kase Date: 2003 Apr 07 Comment on this Work [[2003.04.07.19.30.3299]] |
|
Hiding behind a mask of mixed emotions, killing the pain with pitious, loathing looks into your eyes. We imagines ourselves as immortal idols, bathing in the reverence and lime light of ourselves. Our selfish transgressions quiescently slipped through parched, tired hands until they lay piled accusingly at our feet. Mixed fragments of our hearts are scattered heedlessly, no destinations in mind, by the blusterly zephyr that was Us. |