Giorni Piovosi

denny and i are now engaged. i am so happy but i hate planning for the wedding. it sucks big time.

Looking down at my life
I find the cold stare of spite
In a copse the angel sighs
I long to feel her at my side
Hope is dread, it waits for me
And through its cloak, I cannot see
In her arms, I wish to rest
But she’s slave to cold, sweet death

I trace her steps and yet I find
A search in vain to end this life
I smell the rose within her hand
Existing in the hour’s sand
Hope is dread, it waits for me
And from its grasp I long to be
She shuts her eyes, the darkness falls
And life is lost to midnight’s call

So life is…well..life lately. Mom had a ministroke, which was really scary. anyway she is home now and has to be on a low salt diet.

im going to harrisburg this weekend. im not really sure why, because we are going to a place near limerick, and it would make more sence to go from my house. he seemed really upset when i suggested that we go from my house not his..but oh well. as long as we take his car. lol. or he pays my gas.

so this guy i graduated high school with called me for a business opportunity and i turned it down..doesn’t seem like my thing.  it was strange to hear from him.

anyway. i have an alias now. oh yeah. its awesome. i’m going to start using it in public. she is like me, only…better.

and i love bella morte.