The Angel and Mystic
With poems and notes...
Running through the forest at midnight,
Atmosphere black as pitch...
Bound to this island
It is our only home...
My head is pounding
And my throat is sore...
Here comes the showdown
Between you and me...
A slash, where the pulse beats
Blood...
Flowing with the rhythm of waves
dancing with the leaves in storm...
The spiders are crawling
up her neck...
My soul is so cold
and I seem so old...
The hate lyes deep within her heart
Forever tearing her soul apart...
Like tigers creeping among Asia's trees
Like the rituals natives sprout from jade debris...
-Lost-
Wondering silently...