When I am alone in the night The velvet darkness reminds me: Of the whisper-soft touchof your hair, Of the deep midnight pools of your eyes, Of your raiment; so like the night itself; Clinging, cloaking, shielding With dark mirrors of illusion, Of the jewels at your throat; jet on ivory. The images invoked by my memory Catalysed by the very darkness We shared. Your image is engraved upon my eyelids Inescapable. I am a prisoner of my memories, Trapped in a glass box Like a killing jar, Slowly murdering my heart of any living warmth, To be replaced by cold emptiness. Without your cold white fingers to Touch me, and my soul. I am left with the ashes of memory Yearning to see, to hear, touch, smell, taste Something besides the empty night. Greyvamp March 2, 2002
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Thorn105: *runs back in and waves to Klaudia and runs out* -- Thu, Nov 20 12:37pm.
Thorn105: *waving madly at LB* Hey, I've missed you all! I'll try to catch up in BRI soon -- Thu, Nov 20 12:32pm.
Salem: never seen it, i probly should though, anyone do anything interesting lately? im so bored!!!!!!!!!!! -- Fri, Nov 14 10:28am.
DEATH: Interesting costumes though -- Thu, Nov 6 10:58am.
Morbius: Good one, Ranger! Of course, there was much more drama last night -- Wed, Nov 5 4:50pm.
Ranger: Morbius, I watched that too, but last night. I think it was called something else though. Election Day Results '08 or something -- Wed, Nov 5 3:47pm.
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