blood stained paper people iv come to lead my self astray. like a thought in a dream, blank and leaving no trace. a voice in the wind. i have not written anything lately or finished my second book. a friend and i panned for gold along the west coast .i was standing under a waterfall in a hollow, i looked at the twisted and weathered drift wood on the beach, how it called to me . i climed inside a massive pile and elevated... looking down i saw myself and i was consumed by tenticled things of the dementionaly creeping fomrless spawn of those slippery ones. wondering were all my feelings are hideing? im i searching or am i blind, will this sickness be trapped inside me for all time? i must feed my hunger and get on with my life. time is calling the toll of the bell that rings true....the voices are calling me again back to that dank abyss..loudly the wolves howl at my presence,the and cthulu is pounding at my door! as i close my eyes, my spirit soars.from the time befor the zoni ruled and yogth was not reached. i am once again called by cthulu to bring forth the ebben tide!!!!!!!!!! A sacrifice. poetry with a lit fuse. A time capsule on paper. A copyright long since held. A reason for meetings in other time zones. pages that gathered smiles and handshakes. A bittersweet victory that becomes sweeter by the minute. words to influence--- my work paid for in blood, sweat, and tears..that is what i do,i create,i write.i inspire! NECRO.
Posted on: Thu, 05 Dec 2013 05:27:06 +0000
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