Thursday, February 08, 2007
,7:48 PM
darkness befalls this dark, secluded roomleaving the insides in a pit of trap.morning glory in the room, in a bloom,breathe in anger, with black petals in drapes.the Death sinks in immensely and slowly,allowing restricted goodness to jog.little pleasure lingers on thoughtfully,as contradiction and irony mock.the young and ageing both in unity,as they ask or beg to enter Stardom,or Deathdom in arrogant irony,to wholly define enough of boredom.retrieving its position in 'yellow',they cry, "thank you for the hard and crude 'smiles'!",as they are seen in their stussy leilow,the victims of racism travel miles.and then finally,he is grounded.