Thursday, June 09, 2005

Wandering Star
Those who have seen the needles eye, now tread
Like a husk, from which all that was, now has fled
And the masks, that the monsters wear
To feed, upon their prey

Wandering stars, for whom it is reserved
The blackness of darkness forever

Monday, June 06, 2005

Nothing Else Matters!

never cared for what they say
never cared for games they play
never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
and I know