who paves the way for death?
your lotus flower from the mud
has dragged me to the depths
of this painful, endless flood of years

and time goes by like vagrants' aged
begging for some simple change

blood adorns the thorns that don
the branches we once slept upon
but now the forest sees no rain
the winter wind is simple pain

and life is lovely, this is true
but it never compared to you

your blades were sharp
they cut my skin
entranced toward some insane tailspin

well, we are what we are
and we are what we make
and yet all those things
stem from something we take

the honesty of entropy is
nature's thankful wake

..Friggin brilliant..

Awww. Thanks, Ainjel. I forgot to mention you in that weird post about who you like on here. I actually liked this one.

By the way, I always read your work, and I love it more than you know.

Sorry I don't comment more. I just... don't comment on most writing.

Keep writing, damnit!

Ok I agree Ainjel . . . this is brilliant and I gotta agree with you . . . Ainjel you know you should write more often!!!

Bravo as always. Such an old, wise soul you are- proving that age is just a number.

Bravooooooooo