From the mouth of a Ginger...
I swim in crimson lifeforce,
Staining my deepest, darkest thoughts.
Bright blue flames sear my wounds,
Expertly burning away weakness.
But who mourns for lost innocence?
Who dares defy instinct?
The ashes of old rain down,
Littering the ground beneath the flame.
They softly whisper of ancient days,
Centuries past and centuries future.
But who mourns for time long gone?
Who dares defy memory?
These remains never falter,
Reminders of what was left behind.
Reborn these eyes, they see more clearly;
Reborn this body, it knows no bounds.
But who mourns for what once was?
Who dares defy design?
~You're only as old as you feel, and some days, that's damned ancient.~
~If you're not going to behave, at least be good at what you're doing.~
~It takes courage to get up in the morning and strength to face the day, but it takes love to live and complete insanity to survive it all.~
I'm usually up for a good, literate
rp (okie, so kind of an addiction of sorts). Feel free to drop me a pm anytime.
(A simple link out of sheer mysterious laziness)
Instill the body, so warm with every breath.
Dance to a vision so seductive.
Rain down upon me, it cleanses me with every drip.
A scent you've promised for the nourishment that I've been gifted.
Have you ever wondered why in a dream you can touch a falling sky?
Or fly to the heavens that watch over you, telling me it's all voodoo
If I'm not going to behave, I'm at least going to be damn good at what I'm doing. ~Elenya