Wound strings, far too tight
About to burst
A gentle smile spoke a thousand lies
To hide one truth
The sad skeleton couldn’t help but laugh,
I offered a cigarette.
Into the unknown holding hands,
Skin about to burn
The things you love might kill you from the inside
If you’re not careful enough
A chameleon that thinks too much got itself in trouble
no more cigarettes…
There was a skull-shaped birthmark on her cheek
Near the place her neck was cut.
Another morning comes, dreadfully
Another night arrives, spitefully
There’s nothing in the distance.
How many times will I apologize (to no one in particular) about not posting in a while, not that it matters in the long run, but… I can’t help but feel like it is something that I should do more, even if no one reads.
It’s something I want to do more, then again there’s a ton of things I haven’t finished, so I should focus my efforts more on that, since they too are things I very much want to do, namely comics/graphic novels and actual full-text novels and short stories.
Right now as useless as I am the only thing I can do is to keep working towards getting “there” wherever that place may be.