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My Dark Little World
Of bitching and moaning.
Created on 2004-06-14 23:47:27 (#3487594), last updated 2009-02-04
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| Name: | syth_thanatos |
|---|---|
| Birthdate: | 10-18 |
| Location: | Tacoma, Washington, United States |
Off on a flutter, on the wings of night.
Riding the shadows, to their full height.
Dismissing the darkness' chilled bite.
Hiding from that all accursed light.
I shant fight, as I lack an attack.
I meld with the nothing, all in black.
It matters not how the odds stack.
I'll take them all on, master or hack.
Father, Mother, Daughter, Son.
They're all mine, everyone.
The timing different, from what it used to be.
In the end, they'll all end up with me.
I derive not pleasure or pain, form their toils.
As does Father Time, with his infinite coils.
Remember back, when this was written, I sat.
Playing unto myself, the Devil's Advocate.
Pondering my existence, and luck, alone.
But realizing the Devil looks out for his own.
I am after all, what others deem.
Though I should add, I'm far from a fiend.
Enigmatic soul, an ironic choice in words.
Fragile as any, of the docile herds.
There's a high price to see the end of creation.
But alas, I pay, for it is my station.
I posess not, a great joy or great woe.
I am and am where I'm needed to go.
Not the paupers land, or the rule of kings.
I manifest for a higher status of things.
The wait is over, long past was the dawn.
I quest for the higher echelons.
I look back, at the total sum.
My god, what have I become?
Riding the shadows, to their full height.
Dismissing the darkness' chilled bite.
Hiding from that all accursed light.
I shant fight, as I lack an attack.
I meld with the nothing, all in black.
It matters not how the odds stack.
I'll take them all on, master or hack.
Father, Mother, Daughter, Son.
They're all mine, everyone.
The timing different, from what it used to be.
In the end, they'll all end up with me.
I derive not pleasure or pain, form their toils.
As does Father Time, with his infinite coils.
Remember back, when this was written, I sat.
Playing unto myself, the Devil's Advocate.
Pondering my existence, and luck, alone.
But realizing the Devil looks out for his own.
I am after all, what others deem.
Though I should add, I'm far from a fiend.
Enigmatic soul, an ironic choice in words.
Fragile as any, of the docile herds.
There's a high price to see the end of creation.
But alas, I pay, for it is my station.
I posess not, a great joy or great woe.
I am and am where I'm needed to go.
Not the paupers land, or the rule of kings.
I manifest for a higher status of things.
The wait is over, long past was the dawn.
I quest for the higher echelons.
I look back, at the total sum.
My god, what have I become?
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