Monday, March 12, 2012

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,

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.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

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...