Saturday, April 18, 2009

As the veil of Nyx falls over me,
I feel myself soar free
Grateful to that efficacious poison,
I sink into blessed oblivion


They tug at his feet and bind his arms
They lie low, plotting and planning, a whole swarm
Dragging a weary body and a mind over which he has no command,
He is grateful to finally feel closing over him, quicksand


Lost in the mountains high
I whisper to myself
This is the way to die

Lost in the desert dry
I tell myself
I shall not try

Lost on the seas high
I console myself
The end is nigh


  1. Ash... Are you alright? I know I don't know you that well, but let me know if you want to talk, I'll get some contact details to you.

    Really hope you're ok.

  2. Hi Acidcat,
    Its so sweet of you to be so concerned but i'm alright.. I was just going through a temporary low then.. But thanks to my beloved I've managed to bounce back.. Thanks again for your concern.. I'm glad to see that you are living your life the way you wanted Acidcat.. I wish you more good times in the days to come :)