tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15678663808178193642024-03-05T12:54:47.040+08:00World behind my WallThayron Elijah Simhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17230504186797253970noreply@blogger.comBlogger523125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567866380817819364.post-27945362109761481752011-12-12T05:20:00.001+08:002011-12-12T05:27:46.836+08:00Little Doll MiscreateA slight feeling of melancholy descends upon me yet again. What I had thought had fled from me the night before has come about once more. I cannot say what has brought this about, neither can I say why I feel this way. But one thing is for certain, I'm not feeling alright at all.<br />
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It feels as if something bad has happened, but I don't want to believe so. I cry at the thought that perhaps something might have happened to you, and that I won't be there. That I may never see you ever again. That you will never speak to me again. That I will never hear from you, or feel you, or touch you ever again... It drives my mind to insanity, and shatters my heart so much so that I don't want to live anymore...<br />
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And if I do not get things straight with you before then, then on my own head be it. I will bear the specter of regret for as long as I live, which shan't be long if truly something terrible did happen to you...<br />
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For one who doesn't believe in God, I hope, I pray now with all my heart that nothing has happened to you...<br />
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Because...<br />
To the madness of my mind,<br />
Only deep purposeful sleep is kind.<br />
To soothe the sorrows of the day,<br />
Only to start the endless dismay.<br />
<br />
Rough touches of hurtful glass,<br />
That draws sreams of blood it does.<br />
To numb that which words cannot,<br />
To make peace which is most sought.<br />
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And cracked this porcleain doll shall be,<br />
But not for the cruel world to see.<br />
Only to the One who can appreciate,<br />
This little doll that was miscreate.Thayron Elijah Simhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17230504186797253970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567866380817819364.post-41988315543416703672011-11-21T22:15:00.001+08:002011-11-21T22:18:26.614+08:00Need to keep moving...Hey everyone! A slightly belated post. So, I'm back from Germany, and sadly, it's back to reality for me... I had lots of fun there, doing the stuff boys do. Well, not regular boys anyway. But still, I had fun, and it's actually weird to be back in Singapore...<br />
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There were so many activities going on in Frankfurt, one hardly knows what to do at all... Then I come back to Singapore and there's nothing to do that I hardly know what to do at all... So, this weekend there's ice skating and probably movie to enjoy. I dunno...<br />
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Ice skating was introduced to me in Germany, and I must say that it's not as bad as I thought it would be. I thought I woul fall the moment I hit the ice, but I guess I didn't after all. Okay, that was a lie. So I did hit the floor, pretty hard might I add. But that don't stop me from trying again. So this weekend I'ma try it out and see how it's like.<br />
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Wish me luck. I think I'ma need it to emerge unscathed.Thayron Elijah Simhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17230504186797253970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567866380817819364.post-87158648583685300922011-11-07T20:31:00.000+08:002011-11-07T20:31:56.834+08:00And so ends the journey of nearly a year.<br />
A new one starts, as the phoenix rises again from the ashes.<br />
Understandably, this blog hasn't been exactly lively, and it can't be blamed on my schedule.<br />
I have all the time in the world during the weekends to update, but well, there's really nothing interesting here at all.<br />
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That being said, there's only one thing that is quite the highlight, and the cherry on top of my cream for this year. A week in Germany, with my beloved friend.<br />
It's a very sudden trip, and one that was planned almost on the spot. As such, I have no plans at all for this coming trip, other than to go with the flow. To go where he leads, and to follow like a little love sick puppy.<br />
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Undeniably, this boy has cast a spell over me. A spell of love... *Sigh*<br />
How else to explain the rising heartbeat, the heat in my ears, and the constant sighs I give, whenever I come acoss his name? How else to explain the wide smile and the elevated moods when I get a letter from him?<br />
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I'm only too glad to be caught in his spell.Thayron Elijah Simhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17230504186797253970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567866380817819364.post-91917052429090067002011-10-08T13:38:00.000+08:002011-10-08T13:38:23.302+08:00Carry me off to that place once more.<br />
To the heavens, where resides angel's core.<br />
Corrupt it from the inside out.<br />
And from the darkness quells the raging storm.<br />
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Gonna be home soon, and lots to tell then.<br />
But until such a time, it is suffice to say that I am alive and well.<br />
I had time enough to myself, as to be able to finish Agatha's best selling novel yet.<br />
"And then there were none."<br />
A splendidly written book, with traces of the supernatural within the natural.<br />
With heightened sense of fear pervading the air, even I was drawn into the world of Soldier's Island.<br />
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It is my wish to be able to express myself artistically.<br />
Call me bohemian, or longing for the life of the rich and the famous.<br />
Whether real, or make belief.<br />
I think I shall enjoy being dead where I can live out my fantasies.<br />
To drink and be merry, to kill without consequence.<br />
A certain bloodlust resides in me, and yet, I am unable to hurt those that I can see.<br />
Perhaps not those who are undesirable to us, and repungant to nature.<br />
But then again, they are beyond my reach. Deaths made to look like accidents?<br />
Murder is easy. The only trick is not getting caught.Thayron Elijah Simhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17230504186797253970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567866380817819364.post-16918691501792101572011-09-24T09:13:00.000+08:002011-09-24T09:13:27.957+08:00This blog is very dead...<br />
Can't blame me completely can you?<br />
Finally got my 3SG rank. Will fill you in again when I've got the time.<br />
Maybe later in the afternoon.<br />
Heading for Wallaby soon.<br />
Will be gone for 3 weeks.Thayron Elijah Simhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17230504186797253970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567866380817819364.post-91243548120583807092011-07-30T21:01:00.000+08:002011-07-30T21:01:49.860+08:00And so there I stood, surrounded by fools.<br />
By those who cannot even begin to know what I am.<br />
A paradox in the flesh, an unsolvable rubiks.<br />
Come and understand me, or at least try our best to.<br />
See that I am, not so different.<br />
I still am only human after all.<br />
But alas, they do not try to.<br />
Perhaps they are afraid to.<br />
And yet they want to hear the other things that make me interesting.<br />
They want to hear the stories and experiences,<br />
But they are all afraid to be there when it happens.<br />
I bring them to places that they don't even know.<br />
I bring them to new heights of pleasure and pain.<br />
But they are mortals, and afraid of what they don't know.<br />
They let me go and venture to these new sensations,<br />
To return to tell them what it's like.Thayron Elijah Simhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17230504186797253970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567866380817819364.post-5845882188825477802011-07-24T20:36:00.000+08:002011-07-24T20:36:20.319+08:00Saying Goodbye?It's hard to describe the mood that I currently bear.<br />
Is it one of neutrality? Or is it one of apathy?<br />
Have I lost my feelings and become numb to all that I am?<br />
<br />
I am dying...<br />
Losing myself to the madness that is reality.<br />
To the demons of realness and cruelty.<br />
<br />
They are pulling me away from all that I love.<br />
And have come to acknowledge as my own.<br />
As a part of me...<br />
<br />
The next few weeks are not my own.<br />
I will be undertaking one of the tougher parts of my training...<br />
And it is here that I will decide whether I stand or fall.<br />
And when I fall, do I do it lying down?<br />
Or do I go fighting till the end?<br />
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Words for mself to ponder and reflect upon...<br />
Well... Time to fly.<br />
Fly to the last vestiges of all that is me...<br />
And we shall see if it is time to say goodbye.Thayron Elijah Simhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17230504186797253970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567866380817819364.post-62539344696965568902011-07-22T20:57:00.000+08:002011-07-22T20:57:14.171+08:00*Sigh*<br />
I'm home, but have to return soon... This sucks...<br />
Army is getting tougher and tougher... And I've been given extras because of someone's mistake...<br />
It's not fair, but then life is never fair...<br />
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Shan't be updating for a long time... As you guys can already see...Thayron Elijah Simhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17230504186797253970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567866380817819364.post-24710840322269246702011-06-19T19:53:00.000+08:002011-06-19T19:53:11.986+08:00Deep Longing.I find myself at a point where I cannot think.<br />
I cannot breathe.<br />
I cannot live.<br />
<br />
I feel my heart breaking apart.<br />
Like the ice on a frozen lake.<br />
It hurts, and I feel like dying.<br />
<br />
I dream of you always.<br />
And want to see your face again.<br />
Mein Liebe.<br />
<br />
Walks in the park,<br />
Down the street,<br />
In the sun.<br />
<br />
Sitting on chairs,<br />
Benches,<br />
At cafes.<br />
<br />
Having ice cream,<br />
Lick by lick,<br />
Playful little pups.<br />
<br />
Trapped by the virtue of my birth.<br />
Held by chains.<br />
Killed by reality.<br />
<br />
To not see you is agony.<br />
To not hear from you is death.<br />
And so I die.Thayron Elijah Simhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17230504186797253970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567866380817819364.post-7118097614603884452011-06-14T09:47:00.000+08:002011-06-14T09:47:47.348+08:00Feeling contented and well taken care of after last night's rendezvous at a little place I like to call my personal slice of heaven on earth.<br />
I felt damn VIP there, and I could totally just picture myself going there every weekend if I can.<br />
Ah well, gonna go to my new camp tomorrow. It's in some really deserted area, which pisses the shit out of me, since commuting there will be a bitch... But it's gonna be fun. I think...<br />
Hmm... Scratch that, probably gonna be some tough training up ahead for me. Pff...<br />
<br />
I want to fly away and be with you.<br />
By your side, through thick and thin.<br />
Loving you for who you are.<br />
And kissing you till we're both too damn tired to go on anymore.Thayron Elijah Simhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17230504186797253970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567866380817819364.post-23330752429641745812011-06-12T02:35:00.002+08:002011-06-12T02:35:34.560+08:00I found my slice of heaven on earth at 2am.<br />
Defintely my place to be. Nice drinks and the desserts are absolutely fabulous!!!<br />
They'll definitely see me as a regular there ^^<br />
Now to solve the problem of how to get money to make it a regular event....Thayron Elijah Simhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17230504186797253970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567866380817819364.post-90198434640737840102011-06-09T06:30:00.000+08:002011-06-09T06:30:48.081+08:0018 months leftOfficially 18 months of servitude left...<br />
Counting down the days till we're together again.<br />
It also happens to be payday. And if they've yet to back pay me, they'd better start doing it now.<br />
Pff... It's only thursday... Which sucks, since there's a private sale going on at Fendi.<br />
And I wouldn't mind going down. See Damien perhaps. Kekeke...Thayron Elijah Simhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17230504186797253970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567866380817819364.post-74977465986097806032011-06-08T16:12:00.000+08:002011-06-08T16:12:02.494+08:00Ass fucked...<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Well, here I am. Still standing. Or rather still lying down... I'm walking around like I just got ass fucked. Which is not glamorous at all... Survived the 28km march, though I've heard my commander say that it was actually 34km. I can't believe that they would mind fuck us so much!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times;">Really tempted to give up at the 8km mark, because we marched 8km straight, even though we were supposed to have a rest after every 4km... Still, I managed to pull through. Thinking of you, you gave me strength. That plus the thought of having to redo the whole damn thing if I fell out was a very strong motivator. The last stretch was definitely the toughest, and definitely the most rewarding. Especially when your surroundings starts to become familiar, you ignore the pain. Block out the fatigue, and just press on. Suddenly everyone's spirit was lifted with loud singing. Singing songs of encouragement, and of pride. Foxtrot warriors were marching in to camp. Shouting out to announce it to the whole camp! Ultimately, those who made it for sure felt a sense of pride. Of achievement. This is not something that everyone can accomplish so easily.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times;">Well, I'm just damn proud to say that I made it through it all.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times;">I've survived when others started falling out.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times;">I am strong within.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times;">I hope you're proud of me. Because I did this for you.</span>Thayron Elijah Simhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17230504186797253970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567866380817819364.post-57017516249674265872011-06-07T16:32:00.002+08:002011-06-07T16:32:38.946+08:00<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Setting off now for the long walk tonight... I'm stocked with energy drinks, and that should help keep me awake overnight. I hope...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times;">Because last time I walked that far, it was overnight as well, and feeling sleepy was the worst part of it all. That plus the terrible aching in my feet. Well, gonna go now.</span>Thayron Elijah Simhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17230504186797253970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567866380817819364.post-4623555338635453002011-06-07T10:33:00.000+08:002011-06-07T10:33:16.097+08:00<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Slow day... Resting as much as I can now for the long walk tonight...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Pff... Not particularly looking towards it, but it has to be done. And the sense of accomplishment should be greater. Oh, I got a new haircut.</span>Thayron Elijah Simhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17230504186797253970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567866380817819364.post-72269391558166339182011-06-06T22:42:00.000+08:002011-06-06T22:42:04.182+08:00Gonna be doing my 28km NE Graduation March tomorrow. Will be marching overnight, just like during the 24km POP march. Just that it's gonna be 4km longer. Will I make it? I certainly hope so...<br />
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I miss you, my love.<br />
My heart aches for you,<br />
And I yearn to be with you yet again.<br />
Alas cruel fates have decided that it shall not be so.<br />
But lady luck has given me a way.<br />
I shall return to your side yet again.<br />
And I hope to have you just as you were.<br />
Just as you will always have me, just as I am.<br />
Keep yourself for me my sweetheart.<br />
And I shall be yours, and yours alone for all time.<br />
Yours lovingly,<br />
T.E.SThayron Elijah Simhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17230504186797253970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567866380817819364.post-89294564716676094982011-06-05T22:51:00.001+08:002011-06-05T22:51:14.983+08:00Straight club? No thanks.Went for Candis' birthday on Saturday at P.S Cafe again...<br />
Well, no matter, now that I'm earning a little bit more, it's fine to spend a little sometimes.<br />
Still, I need money for visiting Leo again.<br />
Anyways, after dinner there, we headed to Zouk to continue partying.<br />
Thing is, the place was so boring I actually dozed off so many times there...<br />
Power naps, so to speak. Music was shitty as well... I'm never stepping into another straight club ever again... Sorry Candis. I guess the straight scene is just not for me...Thayron Elijah Simhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17230504186797253970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567866380817819364.post-75317162080866883902011-06-03T14:27:00.000+08:002011-06-03T14:27:31.661+08:00<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I respect my boss alot, but when he asks me to do something impossible and something just plain stupid, I can't respect him anymore.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times;">Also, I think he's just being mean about the whole damn thing.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times;">So, thanks to him, he just took another day from me.</span>Thayron Elijah Simhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17230504186797253970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567866380817819364.post-5182619397294569242011-06-03T06:25:00.002+08:002011-06-03T06:25:52.424+08:00Pff... Still got one last IPPT. For foundation term at least.<br />
If I don't go to Pro term, then it'll be my last for this year. I hope...<br />
Booking out today. Gonna go home for some nice R&R.Thayron Elijah Simhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17230504186797253970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567866380817819364.post-47397430139530132902011-06-02T11:52:00.000+08:002011-06-02T11:52:38.622+08:0018 months left.<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Half a month gone... Time is flying at a faster pace then I have imagined...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times;">And yet it is passing by painfully slow...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times;">Still I only have 18 months of service left to serve, come 9th of June.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times;">I am thinking deeply of all the people that I've not hung out with for so long.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times;">Not excluding my German friends of course, and definitely you, Leo.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Times;">The frailty of human life is disgustingly real...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times;">It is frail beyond imagining, where one false move, or one accident can snuff us out.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times;">Just as a candle light is snuffed out by a mere breath.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times;">*Sigh*</span>Thayron Elijah Simhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17230504186797253970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567866380817819364.post-71061827434017264292011-05-30T11:04:00.000+08:002011-05-30T11:04:29.443+08:00Family Fendi<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Here I am, back in camp...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times;">Looking for something, and not finding it.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times;">Hmm, it still eludes me. I'm actually clueless as to how to go about looking for it.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Times;">I have a date at 2am:dessertbar on Saturday.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times;">It should be fun.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times;">A huge thank you to my new friend, who made me feel much, much better after getting robbed.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times;">And kudos to the extremely friendly and hospitable staff at Ngee Ann City's Fendi.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times;">You made me feel really welcomed and wanted there. You'll definitely find me there more often.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Times;">I'm glad we kissed and made up. Because if we didn't, I'm not sure what I'd do if I lose you again...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times;">I'm sorry if I made you worried. But that's just me. And you're really nice to me.</span>Thayron Elijah Simhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17230504186797253970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567866380817819364.post-43502233341639709862011-05-29T09:57:00.001+08:002011-05-29T10:01:25.022+08:00You left me alone...<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">You left me alone...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">You didn't stay when I needed you most...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Fuck you. Can I still trust you?! I don't know...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">You seemed to always be there when I needed you.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">But seems like you proved me wrong today.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I want to trust you still, but after today, I'm not sure I can...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Were you afraid of me?! Is that it?! That's why you left?!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I always knew that people wouldn't accept me. But not you...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Perhaps you accept me, perhaps you don't...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">But right now I just hate you so much...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">You left me alone...</span>Thayron Elijah Simhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17230504186797253970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567866380817819364.post-8065119096029981442011-05-27T06:49:00.000+08:002011-05-27T06:49:46.583+08:00Fond Memories<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">They were fond memories...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Memories of you and I.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">How I would wait for you, but never you for I.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">We would never see each other's face, just see each other's words.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">And we'd read and read those messages, and feel that everything was alright.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">But then you decided that you were too busy one day.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">But still I waited for you. Always at night, just waiting, just waiting.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Till one day you just stopped completely, and I knew that things could never be.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Your attempts to contact me again, met with something cold.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">There was nothing left between us. Just a gap that was once filled.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">We left, on perhaps, not the best of terms. But still I hoped that we would remain friends.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I should've realized that it was never meant to be.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Two insane people, were never meant to be. Likes repel, and unlikes attract.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">We would've seeked too much attention, that neither of us could give.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">We would ultimatley kill ourselves in our pursuit for love...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">But t'is quite sometime already...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Let's forget it and just move on.</span>Thayron Elijah Simhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17230504186797253970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567866380817819364.post-45259491230466685522011-05-25T22:07:00.001+08:002011-05-25T22:09:06.071+08:00<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Sleepy... Gonna get some rest soon...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Unpurposeful, unwanted, unneeded...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Room's getting crowded again, so I'll sleep soon to escape from it all...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">*Sigh*</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I'm never gonna be what I wanna be am I?</span>Thayron Elijah Simhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17230504186797253970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567866380817819364.post-91957462945293385072011-05-25T05:25:00.001+08:002011-05-25T05:26:06.649+08:00<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">The dark came for me last night.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I had almost forgotten what it felt like...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I'm not afraid of it no more. Not gonna hide it.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Beautiful crimson flow of death.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">The sweet red wine of life.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">That's what I crave, and that's what I want.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">How dark can I go? Let's see how far down damnation's path I can go.</span>Thayron Elijah Simhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17230504186797253970noreply@blogger.com0