hollow_dream Death of a Rose It is on my flesh that I write, a meaning inspired by the dread I face. Healing is a glimpse, sacrificial by the momentary spite, another dark alley wandered. In another I inhabit and this is nothing before the bill is paid. Should you understand the pale rising and sudden appearance; these are the fragments of seclusion. A black journal of empty candle light, bombarded by the relentless emptiness. With our fangs honed by the coming dawn, take the brink of salvation in and spread it into the mouths of mankind. She gloats in the shadows, as I have learned the secrets that were left as distraction only. Treadmarks are a quality unlike the light ever burning, and the poised statue is my response. A carmel mind wrapped in the words I write. She was in that hollow dream, but it was my vision and not hers that I dreamt of. 041022 ... pete my candle flickered 041022 ... suicidalchinadoll for once.. I'd like to fall in love with someone.. for what they are not for what they could be. 041024 ... bloocurlz I'll see him again 041116 what's it to you? who go blather from