It is a writing from 4 or 5 yrs ago when my main persona on the internet was Lestat. Enjoy!
It is…the cold stare of a passing stranger,
the isolation of the world amongst itself.
It is… being cast into a thousand nights of lonliness,
feeling the dark embrace of being, but not really living.
It is… the silent scream echoing through the vastness of my thoughts,
secumbed and taken by the sucubbus of anger.
It is.. dark claws dancing across the keyboard of time and space,
drawing out a sympathy of pain.
Know you of these things?
Then you know,
it is I, who is…..
©-2006 JB Thomas