Monday, January 02, 2006

Hole

Down inside where everything is broken. Lost to light and embracing the dirt.
I do not struggle. Slain is the fight and charred is the skin.

3 Comments:

Blogger Douglas Cootey said...

When I am in a black mood I turn to my music collection. I have thousands of songs all tagged and categorized (yes, I'm a geek). One of my tags is "Sad". All songs marked with that tag go into a playlist called "Threnody" that I let wash over me until the sadness reaches a crescendo. At that point, the sadness passes through me and I feel better. I used to need that list a lot more in the past than I do now.

Nice link back, btw. How'd you know I'm the only male in a house filled with girls? :p

1:14 AM  
Blogger Slain said...

Check out Unforgiven by Metallica if u haven't already. Kinda mirrors ur second sentence.

Where'd u learn to write like that?? ;)

2:26 AM  
Blogger ScarletSphinx said...

Cootey man: Isn't it funny how music fills the mind? (and, yes, it's pretty obvious you have cooties)

Sol: I know the song well (all versions, I think).
Writing is the cistern of the mind.

Thanks fellas
SS

9:34 AM  

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