New clothes and poetry and rambling

[skull_bearer]

I want to cry but it feels as though the tears are trapped somewhere that is not my eyes, under my collarbone maybe. I wonder if I smashed my collarbone I'd be able to cry? Ah well.
On a more upbeat note, coming back to London tomorrow, so should be there for NYE rave. Epic Win aunt has bought me a rich burgundy wizard's robe. It's a tad too big but that doesn't really matter. The baggieness of the sleeves just makes it exta-sorcerous and while it's not so cool at the waist I also now have a gold shawl to wrap around it. I look like something out of the Arabian Nights. I just need curly shoes.
Hmm, waset got me an arabian dagger from Egypt. Tucked into the shawl it would be beyond awesome. I'll also need to bring back my wizard's staff from my mother's house. Hell bells, I practically am a sorcerer, complete with hopelessly unreliable invisible servants consisting of the dead and never-to-be-born (yes, I'm talking about you lot).
Heh.

And a final little thank you to someone who has been very nice and helpful recently but needs to leave me the fuck alone because he is now giving me a headache.

 

Gaskammer

With you ahead the doors slam behind
The gleams of glass and light as cheerful
As gaily shining tiles and showerheads
And poison masked as purest water
It smiles its envenomed little gifts
It covers me, I stumble blindly to you
It hurts, fears rise and memories fade
Like sunlight seen from under water
Or one last dying sigh as air fades
I cannot breathe alone, without you
Behind your mask of my own poison
I survive theirs, leaking out cruel pain
I live, corroded, wounded, battered more
You lead and guide me out again
As you guided them in before.

Thank you. Really. Now go away and kill people somewhere else. I can't write you.
That place was so poisonous Mengele was the only character who could stand it, all the others are still woozy. Gods. No wonder I ended up with Kuthgar. Gods. For all the general fail of living alone at least it make for good character cultivation. Christmas was like dunking them all in a vat a sulphuric acid. Prussic acid. Whatever.
Anyway. Hopefully the new year will be better. Better be better. Dear Gods, I swear.

 

Comments

[deviantcreature.livejournal.com]

Welcome home. Now there's another something that I MUST get you >:)

[shadowvalkyrie.livejournal.com]

Damn, I'm sorry you've had such an awful time! *hugs* But yay for your fancy new attire!