Well, i officially now have another persona in my life.
Another half,
independently thinking, moving, making decisions.
Organised, motivated, hardworking, lovely all the same.
Worlds apart.
But the jagged edges fit so well.
Flaw to flaw, quality to quality, attitude to attitude.
Smoothly interlinked, flowing cohesively, moving, beating as one.
Me and my other half, are but distorted mirror images,
so unlike, but all the same in the end.
Close all doors, shut all windows.
Drunk within my own life, orbiting around my own core, in love with myself
So now let us begin my first, and last, dance.
undead withering eternal
Fool's GoldA fool walks this earth.
Beaten, dragged down, spat upon
Guard down, uncared, noone to love him.
His naive ideals stomped upon, shattered, laid waste
Yet its fool's gold.
"Even if noone were to believe, to hold these close to their hearts,
I will.
I will host them,
For they're beautiful."
But he had lost faith in them.
'Love, Loyalty Trust, Honesty, Selflessness'
The Forsaken Gold
Believing in the beauty of angels
does not mean you trust them to come to your aid.
Loving angels does not mean a fool can trust his own beauty.
Broken is a soul that looks in the mirror and sees unworth.
Shattered is a mind that cannot stop hurting itself.
Until it might actually come through, dealing the final blow, knowing that
that unworthy human was his own assasin.
Oh please.
Someone help me.
I'm stuck in my own vortex, swimming in my sorrow,
wallowing in my guilt, bathed in my own blood.
undead withering eternal
