Category: Writers Block
I'm falling into madness the haunting whispers sing. They're calling out my name as I begin to scream.
The ghoastly chorus harmonizes, they're singing out your name. An ethereal refrain that echos forever in the emptiness of memory.
And through the mists of night and dream I reach for you in sleep. Nightmares come to comfort me again as your image inevitably fades.
Tears burn trails down cheeks hollow with depression, shadows darken eyes which have seen the world and truth. Standing alone on the far side of midnight, her eyes scan the skies for the faintest outline of you.
She stands alone in a forgotten forest, her eyes lost in the distance of some time past. As the rain begins to fall, she lifts her face to greet the Heavenly tears. And there, a tear of her own sadness courses unbidden down her face and there she lays to rest at last, a childish fallen angel.
A ribbon of silver, a cold clear river marks the place where the memories lay. Shadows and light cascade and war for prevailence through the trees. Whispering softly on the winds of fait and change, the chorus continues to sing for her. A spirit past, a fantasy lost, yet her lips are still curved in contentment.
ahh, crap if I ever did write it. that's what happens when I get bored in geometry.
Again, full of descriptive emotion. Geometry's good for you. Lol.
no love, geometry is bad for me, very very ver'r'r'r'r'rr'ry bad