I sit in my tomb unable to control myself. Everything was planned from the very beginning and yet i was unable to cope with my deliberations. Starring at the soon to be dark sky my form and energy were changing. Soon my "costume" i like to call it, will be unrecognizable, by even my own master for he has not yet seen all of my destruction that is yet to come. Crushing everything in sight for the pain was too much to bare. Soon my eyes were clicking adjusting to the pitch darkness that soon surrounded "me". Everything looked beautiful from this "point of view", for i could see more then i ever could. Too bad this night would not be remembered just as the other nights, while i was awaiting darkness. The dark decided my fate but my instincts have choosen the path. Sniffing the air around me i could smell everything, even my own stench. The smell of a "wet dog". Amused i snarled to the so ever night to send warning to the sky. Disappearing into the night as the moon followed as if we were to never meet again, a new path to be followed but for now this is THE END...
I wrote this right out of my head at 5:12am. If there are any misspelled words i apologize, and if u didn't like it i'm sorry for wasting ur time...
 UnTiTlEdDiSaStErZz · Wed Jul 16, 2008 @ 10:14am · 0 Comments |
