It is the night and I am alive.
Real, unreal, who cares?
I am here.
Immortal as the pages of time.
A simple word is written and I am born.
Here in your mind for all eternity.
I am a soul.
Wind blows into my hair.
As it glisstens in the streetlight.
Headlights are my sun, my light, my portal into the world.
My eyes shine in the darkness.
I sence fear, shear terror, and open hostility from nonbelievers.
I am born.
By,
Vyper copywrite 1999.
I sence, see, feel
Pure, essencial, cool
Blue in color, white, rainbow
I feel, touch, taste
As it drips, leaks, bleeds
Onto, into, around
My soul, body, heart
By,
Vyper
copywrite 1999
Not cruel, not kind
Not bleak, not sad
No sin, not saved
Not rude, not nice
Not relaxed, not craved
Yet somewhat nuetral
By,
Vyper
copywrite 1999
