Coven Of My Darkest Secrets

Are you not the ONE? Vaguely in my DREAMS FRAY away not from me In your PRESENCE, my REFUGE, I seek my SOLACE My ESCAPISM from this futile, jaded BEING Of endless SORROW and fested with FALLACIES Encased in a SNOWGLOBE Imbued with LONGING Upon the RETURN Of your second COMING

Whining...

Tired. Extremely exhausted. It is Friday, yet can't instil any weekend mood inside me body, me mind and me soul. Physically strained, mentally drained. Wasting my time away for that moment for me to get out of here and get a LIFE!!

*Listening now to a CD by Tim Janis: Beautiful America* Ah...soothing.