Tonight, I had a conversation with Kara...she requested a big new livejournal entry, so I will comply.
However, since I love gimmicks, I'll write it as a sad daemon-loving wussy with an alternative lyfestyle.
So
the Deep Dark Color of my soul is blood red. Though my heart is
black and hardened, I will survive. My vampyric lyfemate Lillith has
consumed all of my vital fluids, and I will never find a replacement
blood sucker. No leech will ever feed on my pain again, and I am
eternally lonely. Now for a poem.
The woods are moody, dark and deep;
And in my coma I will keep;
For nothing else can cause me to wake
From my murky enchanted sleep.
Though my lungs are full of dirt;
I will don my silken shirt;
And never let the doctor tend
My wounded sigh and burning hurt.
I willed my beating heart to stop;
And collapsed in my CD shop;
I will never more allow
My mortal self the acid drop.
And that's plenty enough Gothica for you.
I'm actually pretty happy with my life, so relaz...But do remember to
stop by. I leave for Texas in two weeks and want to be sure to see
everyone who might be leaving (BETHANY).
Night.