on_his_way Rasputine{Vermelha} It's so cold now. My fingers mourn paralysed. The drunken veins pumping a gelid heart. As in a feverish delirium I await. Frightened with the outcome. The moment when heads turn. Eyes meet. Words exchanged. Emitted from moving faces. Foreign expressions. I shiver so now. The core of this. The sheer attainment. Those words that were once mine. The words will now solely belong to the one who speaks them. I laugh dementedly. Fearing this. Tortured by the wind that flounders irritated. Staring tearful at the clouds. Beautiful ripped rags. Vagabonds' purple blankets of the sky. Ambiguous torment. Parading wildly around the room. Breaking up in cries leaning on the corner. The plane. The metal monster. Sliding on the frozen waters above. Sad eyes inside. Expectations? A new dimensional existence. Zone of senses. Reality... here I am. 000823 ... grendel to hell in a custom-built nuclear-powered turbocharged handbasket 000824 what's it to you? who go blather from