i am the barn door that swings in the night

as the horse has bolted

as his hair stands up

as his frame is on fire

i am the writer

and i write you off

the wind catches our hopes

picks them up up into the air

where they can be free

your hopes are free

when will we see it??

when will our tired and torn dreams

catch that lonely flame

when will we all burn

when will our nights catch fire?

as i see the frightened and the stupid

i think of myself as superior

but i am the leader

who's too frightened and stupid to lead

i am the meek who wont come forward

i am the santa claus burning on the cross

i am my own flame

but i burn with no poison

i whimper

i rage

and i forget

clarity

To all extensive purposes i now see myself

i see you afraid, i see you laughing


then theres me

and yes i drown

maybe for good one day?

and yes you run away

the exact url to this

also links to an "the end of the world is nigh" style religous nutter site now. How are they able to use my url? money, right?

They want war in the middle east to bring about the second coming of the sky faerie.

edit (or at least it used to before i changed it)

i am now the-curtain-hits-the-cast.blogspot

i was, and the armageddon lovers still are- burning-kingdom.blogspot.com

hello cunts

Unfortunately i dont see the giddyness of random shite that imbibes you all

i only see the glory of my madness

and the pain of my sadness

i am outside of you
no knocking allowed
i cant pass through
but wander around

i am wondering why
like sound or light
or water
i cant seep into you

i cant flit

hello.

Tonight , as always, i am very lonely. If you're reading this at any point in the future then please comment. If only to say "hello"