And Now for your torture of the day:
Nya's Horrid Ettempts at Poetry: enjoy~
Please...Listen...I'm at that place they warned me...
Here I am, standing at the thresh hold, heart in it's glass case for all to see.
Here I am, once again, alone, the case is dropped and only my hands are there to clean up the mess.
Only my hands are covered with crimson stained glass, puncturing, stinging pain and only I alone will endour it...by myself...alone...
I've cried over the past, present, future, even things that aren't even possible to exist!
Meaningful, Meaningless, Real, Fiction.
It doesn't matter in my mind, t