The Demon in the Black Pants

One of hopefully many:

Cold surrounds him,
He lifts it unmercifully,
Again and Again, the cycle,
Never ending.

This area has a uncertain,
Familiarity. Grey unyielding,
This metallic cage is both a source of,
Nourishment and of questionable,
loyalty.

Ironic how he wears both the colors of life and death,
For he is stuck in a,
Quagmire of his own self-loathing. Breaking,
free only worsens the situation, so
Once more he dawns the Black Pants.

My my, where does the time go?

What's going on everyone? Sorry for the unexpected hiatus, but I needed some time to take care of some school-related...stuff.

Anywho, I've got some stuff planned for this blog, so we'll see what happens.

First things first, I've got some poetry I'd like to put on here...