Sunday, June 20, 2010

Distant Procession

Posted by Alienfloyd

I'm obscured by my thoughts, constantly lost in a stare. The conversation isn't good, this is serious. I cannot proceed. Not now...men in black, faceless apparitions line the halls of my mind. Wisping dangerously through the tarnished thoughts. A glint of hope, a trigger of salvation, a break in the normalcy of degradation.

1 comments:

Lindsey said...

I hear a chorus coming on...