Endlessly Black

Worn down claws

beating upon black tar

Muffled applause

just a little, to far

 

Marching through The Valley Of Death

their shadow's endless yards

Razors in my breath

Metal mere scattered shards

 

Yards, infinite yards to go

First...completion

Still...gratification

Always...circles

"I am Here"

I will inhabit a span of time that can never be altered.

In some form, I will live on...

I will be made prevalent.

Enter, Timless Ink

When my friend helped me create this blog today he pointed out that I am quite an oddity, an eighteen year old male in the 21st century who doesn't know the inner workings of social networking. My plan nonetheless, is to give you, the readers of my blog, my opinion on the literature I read. I might possibly go off on tangents from my philosophies to random bullshit in the media. Like I said, I'm learning so if you have any words of advice to get me started it would be much appreciated.