bored...very bored...and for some reason, my brain is eerily quiet this afternoon. probably too early for it still. i think it's a wednesday thing. i get out of class early, i don't have to be at work to terribly long, it's attention span is not given anything to chew on...maybe something intelligible will come to me later...c'est la vie
the stars, so high, they burn so bright down here, lying low in the darkness i feel myself falling into the shadows again giving up to my soul's fading light the sands of time, they swallow me up i sink further into the black pit of mediocrity all sense of being gone no more me, no more you... no more friends, no more life... nothing... still above me the stars burn bright i've nothing left, but the stars, they still burn bright my soul is lost, but the stars still fly high
`~>Just a poem that i wrote inspired by the stream of angry, bitter, melancholy music i've been listening to...<~`
