The Other Side Of The Reflection

My photo
He hides away in his fortress.

Monday, December 21, 2009


The carousel is spinning.
No sign of stopping.
It's never ending ups and downs.

Hold on tight.

She brings me up.
I'm starting to feel again.
The blood starts flowing.
Existence is kissing my fingers.

The hunger still gets to me.
Growling. Crying.
Feed. Purge.
That moment when my painted steed goes down.
Hold on tight.

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