This piece is very old and compleately lacking in structure or any kind of logical sense, but since I have just found it in an old sketch book I thought I may as well post it.


Skeletal hands reaching up,
a sign of lost hope,
uttter delusion,
derived from confusion, lonliness and mirrors.

Don't look at me!

Let the tears fall from the sun spangled darkness.
The cruelty of beauty penitrates the nothingness that is our civilisation.

Let me hide away,
let me linger in your cave,
make them be QUIET,
but break the silence,
I don't want it.



(spelling mistake changed - thank you Zach <!-- s:) --><img src="{SMILIES_PATH}/gear_happy2.gif" alt=":)" title="Smile" /><!-- s:) --> )