Whispers of A Blue Moon

Sic Gorgiamus Allos Subjectatos Nunc

Tuesday, January 11, 2005

Futility

Wordless
A stony stare into space
Dark depths of the void awaits
A happy release from the
Palpable sorrow of the chains of mortality

Motionless
Except for a motion barely perceptible
Trying to change the course
Break the chains of fate
With a miniscule knife

Ave Maria :13:33   0 comments

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

<< Home

"My days have passed away, my thoughts are dissipated, tormenting my heart.
They have turned night into day,
and after darkness I hope for light again.
If I wait hell is my house, and I have
made my bed in darkness.
I have said to rottenness: thou art
my father; to worms, my mother and
my sister.
Where is now then my expectation,
and who considereth my patience?
All that I have shall go down into
the deepest pit: thinkest thou that there
at least I shall have rest?"

Job 17:11-16 dv.

Aristocrat's Profile


Dust

  • A sense of numbness overcame me as I was reading t...
  • Drought
  • Innocence
  • Dance of The Dead
  • Letter #15-Irony
  • Little Pieces
  • Rejoice, O young man, in thy youth; and let thy he...
  • Ode to Me
  • Dance of The Red
  • Letter #14-Albeo
Sign guestbook

View guestbook

Sentient since Oct 12 2004

You are Soul

Get Firefox!

Image hosted by Photobucket.com

Powered by Blogger