Frost caught up
to ghostly fingers;
His December walks
filled dark prophecies,
would he witness
another year
or a month?

In the deep snow,
he knew the answer.

The Necromancer told him,
in her underworldly dreams,
he had once been her true love.
He smirked:
I’m still here
in your words.

the most hurt
comes from the people that don't understand you

and most problems
come from the people that do

They say it can’t last, it can’t last,
Killing the future to preserve the past,
But when it all rushes by so fast,
What else is there, to outlast, outlast?

What else is there to be?
When you only know how to flee?
There is nothing else for me,
When you can’t hear, and you can’t see.

More power to them, to do their vying,
Leave me here, and I’ll do my dying,
my crying, my lying,
Let them think I’m trying, trying.

Playing nice, my favorite vice,
Don’t think twice, roll the dice,
This high price, will it suffice
To see a slice of paradise?

You stole it from me
Your personality
Keep it anyway
I get a new one everyday
You way you left me blue
How you always do
To everyone around you
I watch you run amok
You didn’t know, you got this far on luck
Now you want to get back in track
Need someone to watch your back
I could have told you this before
Never liked me for my candor
So good luck with all of that
Smile when I catch you, flat and on your back

A Leo’s credo:
Gotta feed the ego,
Obey the libido
Set me free
And watch me go!

If we could not hate
We would be left with despair;
now, how would that be fair?