Saturday, February 5, 2011

The Infinite Sadness

I'm feeling poetic I guess...

I stand on a beach
A prison of the mind
The memories washing in with the tide

A wall of pure black stone
The trap of my soul whenever I doze
Creating a hell within my dreams
My life is a nightmare so it would seem

The gate of regret
The guard of pain
I stand under the demon stars
As the full moon wanes...

And then a giant freaking dragon comes out of the night
I fight him with my awesomeness, nerdiness, and might
He creates a lighting bolt
Ya know, like Thor
I say "YOU SUCK"
And he is no more

...

Ok, I got bored. Poetry isn't my style.

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