05 January 2007
Yep. Nothing but dead things live here. I'm tired of searching for my broken wings. It's probably better that I can't fly anymore, because flying anywhere is just to much of a hassle. And without my wings, I watch as darkness engulfs everything I love. And as my sight fails, I see the end of it all.
Sometimes life is dark and sometimes it is beautiful. The trick is letting the darkness remind you that there is light.
That's pretty f'n morbid, man.