Epiphany!!
Another long night at the pharmacy..
A longer one spent at the gates.
A wise man is the man who never
comes back to the place he escaped.
Every smile comes from a blank face
Every eye that can see
Can tell the difference between a fool and a wise man.
But if only those eyes could see.
the epitome of advanced Modern weApoNry
So dark.
So primal.
So intoxicating.
So weak.
So vengeful.
So just.
So tragic.
So wrong.
So beautiful.
So you.
Caster oil Heaven
He was pushing too hard but it couldn't have been enough.
He was still on the edge of his seat when his question was finally answered.
Bam! Just like that he resembles a rorshach test. You know the ones that tell
you if your crazy or not. He died that day, went straight to Caster Oil Heaven.
Where the engine still rolls and the thrill lives on even after the dream is burned out in subtle display. We still hear him at night. In the hills with the gang.
The fog makes it hard to see but we still hear them.
They really know how to light up the mountain.
But everyone who remembers him will always see the clear reflection of him in their tears.
Rather then those who see the dull black ghost reflected in the stains.
The Succubi's sting
Subtle is the wandering Maiden
as she dances in her field of roses, violets and daisies picking up the ones that interest her only so they can rot in a glass cage and look beautiful for the eyes of the world unknown to it.
Damned is the same damsel
when she wanders into the same field picking only the thorniest of roses and finding that she has been plucked much like the daisies of her past.
Cruel are the few violets who never saw it coming and lacked the thorns to teach the Maiden and the Damsels fingers to be wiser than her nose
