I feel like free lancing some thoughts here... "To which do i owe my black pulsations of heart to. I stand in vain, it seems the pools of nemphoric rain, burn as if ashes to me,... no longer i embrace the light. No longer too freely i bleed for all the cuts i withstand...yet no blade is tranlucent to me... for i see nothing but my own distorted glass, and it breaks to be force of doubt and reason. braking through my visions of longing to for just a tear on vinctiction to which i can be stasised. Think know more... i will not be what i fear... yet i know i have in return become what i most havely dispised, and i shed no weight to what i have become... no i cannot learn from this, my wounds are deeper than that... into the night i walk... so is my thought of rescue and i die equally." I feel better...its just one of those bad dreary days it seems... tomarrow will be awsome i know it! :D