2008-04-07 - 11:37 a.m.
Here's a few poems I came up with, just.. because.
Blood-stained teeth, gnawing on the marrow of your bones while your corpse rots. Melting flesh, rending flesh and bone, never ending, never beginning, always there.. Your body withers and dies, as I tear your flesh from your muscle, ending your life just as it begins.
Its a small death poem, which was inspired by a particular person I know.. Just whenever I see him, I think about death, rotting corpses, blood. Etc.
Now here, something a little different, about merely enjoying.. Or living through the burden of, life.
I don't know where I'm going, I don't know where I've been. If you see me, you know I'm not there, if you don't see me, I've probably been there. No matter where I go, I'm never there. No matter where you go, I'm always there. I am the wind, and you are the rain. Always meeting, yet never constant.
