A day gone by and nothing to gain. Nothing more than a sliver of hope for the coming day. That day will come like the last. With the sun rising in the east. But, that hope will fade as the day grows old and i will grow old with that day and as the moon comes over the placid mountain i will retreat to my welcoming bed. And, to what? To another restless night of tumbling in and out of consienceness because of dreams that don't allow sleep. And nightmares that would make the strongest weep. But the sun will come again and i will rise weary from the sleep, and gain nothing
as i travel to the deep.












Wei geet et?
J
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~jet8402
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What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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