Sunday, October 10, 2004

::Hail::

Hail to the thief,
Exploits unknown -
Thieving from hearts,
To trinkets pure gold.

Hail to the night,
Shrouding in dark
Coveting theft
Her silence to mark.

Hail to the moon-
Starlit on sky,
Smiles upon theft,
Laughs at the lie.

Hail to the thief,
Swift as a wing -
Progress unknown,
Soon to be king
.

- Self written, 1:30pm, 10/10/04.



spoken. at 1:31 PM



"Point your gun in another direction — now that you've cried yourself to sleep."