I'm tired of writing entries so I'm gonna cop out and just post a poem I recently wrote. I generally don't write poetry anymore. There was a time when I did a lot, but I quit and just now I've started up again. Oh, and I made a new background. I kinda like it. Anyhow, here goes: All That I've Become I should go From this world I’ll never know And fall into a sleep Into a death, I’ll never wake. And I’ll decay From the life that I betray Into the disregarded joke, That I’ve become. Or I’ll stay And let my life just fade away In the sunset of a dream That never ends. And just as it begins, Mixed within all my sins, I am thinking of a story, In a soon forgotten glory, A person to become. Just a lost memory In a long forgotten symmetry. A backward imitation Of a bogus simulation that is life. A pseudo demonstration Of what happens to creation When its lost. And I am just the cost, The price that I’ve become. If I love All the things I’m thinking of, I’ll drift into an ocean In the depths of my emotion. The waves always flowing To a darkness that I’m knowing All to well. My death, the only thing I own, Is all that I’ve become.