Daemonfelis

My floor has a cold frosty bite from the open window's draft on this cold autumn night. Reading and honing my craft in the wide screen's soft glow. I like my work as many have laughed that I keep on writing just proves to show.

I'm sorry to say, but it needs to be said The light in my head is very much dead. Why do I say the light in my head is very much dead? I'll tell you why since it needs to be said. I spent all night laying, laying in my bed Though believing it a bed you'd be misled It's just thread spread on the floor instead That is where I rest my head. Now I'm off my tread.... What was it that I said that needs to be said? Right, the light. In my head. The light in my head is dead. I sat in my bed, picking at thread, lost in my head trying to find new ways to say what I want said. But nothing came to me as I sped through my head picking thread

Come on! Come on and follow! Follow me to tomorrow! Tomorrow, away from all the sorrow. The sorrow of being.... hollow. But, Come tomorrow, tomorrow.... I'll still be hollow. Hollow, hollow. Space for sorrow. Time's not as thorough... I'll still be hollow sorrow tomorrow. Would... would you still follow? Maybe, If you follow me and my sorrow Follow me to tomorrow, I won't be as hollow, less room for sorrow. Perhaps outgrow? Outgrow the hollow of sorrow? Please? For you, I'll outgrow the hollow of sorrow Cause of you, Woe of sorrow turns to shallow shadow Just follow the hollow, though be more thorough than time and tomorr

I'm playing games laying on my side wond'ring when my coke will become formaldehyde. I wish it were a joke Or something rather snide I'm addicted to the taste It takes me for a ride It's something I've embraced and taken in my stride When I let a can percolate in my ride. Cleaned it for my clan Took a little taste Damndest thing I tried I couldn't let it go to waste Frugality is my pride Now I'll have no substitute I've tossed the rest aside My love is absolute formaldehyde...... Formaldehyyyyyde..... Fooormaaaalllllldeeeeehyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyde........ It keeps me young. *dies*

There's nothing more icky and evil, then that of the varieties of weevil. Irritating and small They get into any and all Of our food you know? I hate them so much and you can't even poison them without ruining your food. Stupid bugs.

My heart lept from my chest, Leaving an empty barren breast, My throat got tight Breathing's a fight I so should've studied for this test.

I have learned my lesson I should never force a session, waiting for the inspiration may be my only salvation.

It was a cold night, the clouds swirled an inky black. And the wind was damp, chilling right to bone The road was marred by many a crack, And I was alone. For miles I traveled wearily Against the wind's merciless bite Looking for relief, at least temporarily, From the fury of this night. In the distance, a brief glimmer A welcome sight! Perhaps a flickering light? Just in time as my vision gets dimmer The moonlight snuffed by the night. It was a shanty, going to pieces and falling apart. A solitary fire lit the only window aglow. T'was a mite frigthening, but looked cozy at heart. Perhaps it's aura is but a show. In it's wall

I just sat here, simply sitting... and I thought that this were fitting, For you to have, a token of appreciation a way to show you my elation....