THE NIGHT IS MY HAVEN, MY SANCTUARY; IT CRADLES MY MUSE, MY VIGOR, MY SANGUINITY.
WHEN THEE AFTER DUSK COMETH LOOKING FOR ME, I REFLECT UPON THEE THAT'D COMETH ONTO ME.

The Fellowship

Sunday, October 30, 2005

Scars

You were a friend, a close one at that, a difficult one at that... you now are a scar, an irritable itch, a human glitch.

speech vainglorious,
manner ostentatious,
you feigned,
yet, you reigned.

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

Friendship burns the bright, But the brightest flames leave the deepest scars...

Seashells said...

@ anon

"the brightest flames leave the deepest scars"... nicely put !

Crouching Tigress said...

:) I love it when people like someone enough to say how much they can hate them!

Seashells said...

@ crouching tigress

i ain't saying how much i can hate HIM... This is to say that I already loathe the mere mention of that diminutive soul/(sole) and his dastardly existence.

Priya said...

I dont think such ppl even deserve so much thought Shank....it's just not worth even to feel that much hatred.You know better :)

Seashells said...

@ priya

it has a purgatory effect... better out than in... :D...

oh, btw, nice snaps @ smokeys... perfect season to be there...

Priya said...

Thanks...we had fun!

"speech vainglorious,
manner ostentatious"

You nailed him :D

Seashells said...

@ priya

oooooooooooops did those words give away his identity... LOL... u r the smart one eh ;)

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