during my schooldays i used to sing one particular song every single time i felt the loneliness taking over. i just can't recall the singer nor the lyrics except for the "i'm telling you, you're my special angel, show me the way" part...and that is all..
after which, i fell in love with frente's "ordinary angels". looking back to all of my favorite songs, i found a common ground. melancholic. so i'll write anything which might mean something purely melancholic just to accompany the angelic image. a poem if it can be considered one.
lonesome and weary those hearts meant to be
to the shadowy figures thy waited vainly
how i wish i could melt to the sea
for this hope left blinded upon thee
bella luna would she be?
an infinite companion of me
thought of her as if real
sight of her left me still
should i could gather the beauty
of all the things she longed to be
if could get down on bended knees
would you still be here?
don't leave a comment.
there's no point to any of this. it's all just a... a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes. so I take pleasure in the details. you know... a quarter-pounder with cheese, those are good, the sky about ten minutes before it starts to rain, the moment where your laughter become a cackle... and I, I sit back and I smoke my Camel Straights and I ride my own melt..troy dyer in reality bites.
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
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