Fieryhexe

best not forget what your capable of, every moment you come undone, and are brought back into being, every moment a new breathe fills your lungs every moment you come undone, so what is this being that we are to become shrouded in a cloak of midnight, swallowed by broken dreams, best to remember every time the pendulum swings kick your feet, kick your feet but if we are undone, then what can we become doubt a dream, or dream a life, Will's slings and arrow are still outrageous and fortune grants not according to the book so we put paper to pen, and we'll do it again

SKIN This Crawling of flesh, under flesh, upon flesh, each a skin of old selves once or twice removed by the metamorphasis of my soul. True eyes pealed away to allow the birth of poisoned thoughts and visions.  Ripped away that sin, that hate; ripped away all that made me great. The carcasses, shells of personas, ideals,thoughts, beings, left slowly to rot away leaving behind a blood-stained soul. Now the question must be, will this forever shifting of my spirit lead me to a final end, where everything is understandable, sane...Will i one day find my perfect skin, the one that fits me most?