And yet, no matter how far our empire spreads or how much blood is spilled in our conquests; we still wont go anywhere.
Or is it just me?


Standing GlassThe glass around me was shrouded in a cloud as I continued my ascent.Standing Glass
A mass of spiraling glass shooting into the forever blue is my base. Reaching the peak of such a structure I look to the Green below, and fly.
Twirling through the oceans of Life's Breath; roaring gusts deafening me and ripping at me.
Covers are slowing peeled off flesh.
Flesh soaking in the burning Light as Life's Breath flows around personal free lines. The Green rushing up to make an introduction while Soaring through Freedom. The Green decides to change.
Red and Brown and White.
A kaleidoscope turning becomes m


LightlessLightless tendrils slither across skin Corruption spreads through mind and soul Reality torn asunder and truth turned false.Lightless
Through the Void It crawls From the bridge It enters Eyes turn dull from the Black inside.
Darkness enveloping actions Walls washed with crimson; Rapture spreads over Nothing.


AliveCome alive So that I may too Come alive To show me my path Come alive I lay here waiting Come alive In the darkness that surroundsAlive
Come alive To make the black sea recede Come alive So that I may see Come alive So that I can breath Come alive
Come alive


NothingDeath to many is a thing to be feared.Nothing
For those oh-so-few it is a blessing.
But all in all it is considered a transcendence. Beyond mortal realms, or brought back to it.
It is all the same. A new beginning.
A new beginning. Of course it is.
To what? That is simple.
Death is the End of Everything. Death is the Beginning of Nothing.
I have seen Nothing. Letting it flow through my mind.
Cascading over thoughts. Drowning in the Waters of Oblivion.
Nothing was the catalyst. For my rebirth

--
"A work of art is the trace of a magnificent struggle." -Robert Henri
--
Mistress Stalker Kitty of her beloved Flying Demon Monkey of Oz
--
Prints for sale at my website here [link]
--
Mistress Stalker Kitty of her beloved Flying Demon Monkey of Oz
--
"A work of art is the trace of a magnificent struggle." -Robert Henri
--
Mistress Stalker Kitty of her beloved Flying Demon Monkey of Oz
--
Why is delivering things by car called "shipment" while delivering things by ship called "cargo"?
Tell *priteeboy today to get your Free emoticon stress balls
--
I find myself alone, again and again, and yet still I naively hope this nightmare will one day end. ~ Crys ~
--
If retards could fly, this place would be an airport...
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm due for my next flight
Previous Page12Next Page