awaken you see.. this treacherous breath...awaken... awaken my death.
so you call yourself normal. what exactly does that mean...to you.
not but folly dear boy.
a silent claim to insanity...
held high upon thy shoulders,floating upon high winds . this end is close...so close is but less than a breath.
from day to day be all i may say... watch...listen and wait.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
if your intune to all that is NOT in accordance with societies norm
