Current Residence: In Orlando Florida
Favourite genre of music: Indie, Emo, Punk, R&B, and Gospel
Operating System: Microsoft Windows
MP3 player of choice: IPOD!
Personal Quote: Yesterday, I found myself coming in.
Seventeen Year Old ChristmasThe Gingerbread man is stale.Seventeen Year Old Christmas by coneblue
Sweet confection is lost
In the green mold, his jolly white smile
Has become black.
Soft legs cannot support
but an idea.
No bites in his decrepit flesh.
He knows no friends, no enemies
No happiness, no struggle
Rats exclude, bacteria exile.
The pain of loneliness.
He disappears on the evergreen pine.
Lights reflect on orbs and tinsel.
Ignore them him. Never him.
He learns to hide, none to chance
His sight in day or at night.
He donates his rights
All alone in the shadows of light.
Yet he holds life in his belly neglect,
He has ended not the way of being,
Fungal gnats breed within, the elect
Man gives birth to another seeing
Existence is not to dissolve, meaning
Within a life, a death is to follow,
Within a death, a life is to swallow.
The gnats grow, they grow
The Gingerbread man conceives.
The gnats grow, they grow.
The Gingerbread man dies.