Posted by Reject on January 18, 2009, 11:59 am
68.230.209.94
Ugh, alright..lets try this out, shall we?
Left alone with only the moon- your calling.
What is thought is not true, for it is not your song.
Under the heat that you live for, yet cold inside, brother horses and the unseasoned ones are your rage.
Watching the world float by in your glass world, you wait for your turn to spring forth, and spill crimson.
I couldn't think of anything else....Be easy with it...
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