my destiny,
bound by telepathy.
if you dare sit next to me,
you had better feel the extasy.
distant but ,not yet faded memories,
can be trapped in the branches of my family tree.
silence can be golden, sometimes noise is the only key,
please dont take this as me telling you what to belive.
darkness, may be the only thing that i have recived,
and yet they say the light of god is plan to see.
i cant help but write the poetry that make me free,

it .
seems.
i dream, of the mean, cold hearted and the crud.
ice cream, for those who feel it puts them in a good mood.
high beams, coming from the car thats right in front of you.


dead to all of those who say they care....