the birth of a new persona.
evil awakes inside me.
one egg hatches, a thousand smiles buried.
gloom evolves, eternal night blossoms.
angel of death becomes my shadow,
agony becomes my passion,
dark gargoyles silently bow before me,
as i celebrate the birth of a new persona.
i will curse my own mortality, so i will live peacefully in my own death.
this is a perfect dawn,
and this will be a perfect ending for this perfect life of mine.
- may you live happily ever after with the last good pieces of me that you took.
good mo[u]rning, sir..
Blimey, im having goosebumps for reading thy latest post!
thou hast done this mournful post beautifully beautiful, like always.
i do think this is the best post thou hast, the darkest yet the best. thy gloomy words mesmerize me, they show me how well thou hast translated thy tomenting agony into words..
i know what it feels like, sir..
thou are the embodiment of the word talented.
hail ye.. hail ye..
*standing ovation*
~neo-shakespearean wanna be.
fa said this on September 2, 2007 at 9:07 pm
*tormenting agony.
oh please dont stop writing, new persona.. *wink*
fa said this on September 3, 2007 at 12:28 am
persona? it seems like a “mask” rite?
amanda ps said this on September 9, 2007 at 7:50 am