There's a beauty in unspoken words,
like the clink of unsheathed swords,
like an arrow, past it's bow,
piercing a white, towards the red's flow.
But alas! Nix! Nay! No! (*)
There goes my peace, trapped in that sleepy glow.
of which was benign and, oh ever so slow.
And before I convulse, wither and throw
Ah fuck this! Blah Blah Blah! I can't find that soul.
- (Shamefully) Askios
(12-Apr-2012, 9:50 p.m.)
* NixNayNo is a friend's blog, just lifted the name.
