who are we but faceless cogs in a stop-and-go world
set apart only by shear will
and what defines this "will" nothing but our walk of life
better known as a personality
filled with dreams hopes and desires
that our created world doth love,lust, and loathe to destroy
yet there are few who doth tread heavily
making my dark life brighter....
as a single white passes through a prism it breaks down into Roygbiv so to does my mind. only difference is that its backwards for me. with each new and old friend i grow steadily white. but lately i fear im slipping into madness taking more steps back then forward. my good friend J should have b