Monday, August 4, 2008
7:32 PM
I never knew what it would feel like,
To be lit up from the inside.
To have conscious thought ignited by the psyche,
Set aflame like a beacon amidst the tides.
And oh! how it burned.
A bitter taste set upon my tongue.
Regret whipped my face a turn,
As i singed the souls around me.
No more will i dwell in the dark.
I shall seek the light another way.
No more will Rage's arrow find it's mark,
And no more will i be fey.
the first one with a title. interesting.
Romulus Demonicus