This is a bit of an old one, but i think it best describes my personality :P

Again, thank you leigh! :)

Those are wonderful words and so complimentary to this, and it is so true. We are our own worst enemies.

You are most welcome Leigh. :) Yes, life is a beautiful mess of a paradox.

Why must fate be so cruel a
master?
Does he enjoy tormenting the
hearts of men and women?
How can this feeling be?
Such a powerful aroma
of passion, love, and destruction. How
can it be... So simple, and yet a trial of
unimaginable turmoil... Why must fate
put us to the test...
I fear for my heart, as the shattered pieces are like sand
dripping down my chest. I fear, for
nothing.
Is this just a temporary fixation
of grief? Will my heart be kindled by the
furnaces of time? How can one know...
Only the hourglass of the devil will tell.

Thank you kindly, I'm glad you enjoy it.

Stuck in this lifetime of freedom and
death we slowly grip our fingers
round and round the ticking hands of
the stopwatch... you plead no no no I
want to stay for awhile, but its a little
late for broken apologies now... Why
do the sands of reality never seem to
shift my Way, you ask .... you ask for
nothing the sands never shift at all...