blacklight88

One day, I will work up the courage to make a proper entry on here. One that actually says something about me and gives you an idea what kind of personality I have. I like to think I'm not boring, anyway.

But today is a gray day, and gray days fill me with apathy and melancholy.

So instead, I'll just post random writings as an excuse to look them over again myself.

This is about as poetic as a shooting gets, and it's called 'Hazard Pay'


Walk the line between slaughterhouse and restaurant.
Keep touting your superiority. It will suit you in the end.
Oh, look. A splash of blood against the pale white of the floor.
Theres me and mine, smiling against the Christmas tree.
Theres my first love, waving at me with a sad look in her eyes.
Why so sad beautiful? Cant you see the lights?
Oh this? Its nothing. Just a scratch really.
Im sure Ill be quite alright once home-time swings around.
Whats that? I wont be making it back you say?
Well, thats most unfortunate.
I suppose I must be off then.

Last one out, hit the lights behind you.










I've gotta admit, I both love and hate the way I flowered that up. If anyone actually reads this and has feedback or whatnot (or hell, just wants to shoot the shit) my e-mail/MSN address is xcw_man@hotmail.com (I made it when I was 12, DON'T JUDGE ME~!) and provided you aren't a bot, I would probably very much enjoy your conversation.

- B88