~> A Shadow'S BreatH ScreamS ~> ~>

I am, but of, numerously kept superficial SpiritedNesses. ExtemeNess within Livelihoods roaming caustiously about each Spirit's Domain remain quite the uniquely WholeHearted expressions, ....FullFilling their individual celebrations of somewhat tainted LifeForming Existances. These apparations do haunt, ever so vividly, all throughout the boundries of a keeper's desire from this Human Being's Camileon sought-out Aura. It is, and hopelessly always will be, a chaotic World of entireties thru Soul-Clenching differences, from within me, that is irreparably being hurled into the upset atmosphere of each and every Passer-By's confused view. There, honestly, flows ...oh-->so many provocative erras facing the Sole-Survivng Host as the foreseen ScapeGoat for nothing but totalities of wrong doings embraced within the World of these UnSeen Personalities. Within the BlindSighted environment of viewers, it's always nonchalantly missed as an awry bluntness of painstaken Realities that UnMistakenly Crawl along, ever so cautiously, throughout that darkened back-ground as indepth of BlooD-ReD SoaKeD CorpseS that chokingly clasp to the very thought of "Survival" from a NightMarish Victomized Past, and that same inconceivable "Survial" thru a Futuristic LifeTime's Goal. That Cunning, "Black-Cloaked" Reaper seems to be ForEver Cold~BlooDedlY languishing amungst PaleGrey Shadows of My very own MidNight's Inner Child for that well-known weakness to CeaseLessly lead me astray and influence this LifeForce into a DarkNess of giving-in. But, that sly creature, adhereing infinitely to that BlooD SoakeD rounded blade, isn't knowledgable enough to virtually bare such qualities of diligently defeating every single Brave Trooper, that FearLessly resides within, as they viciously arm their awarenesses, and perseverantly expect that One Triumphant Significance.... "to battle for Life's > > > > Right < < < <" ...to carry-on a FreeFlowing existance, as these Caring Troppers tangle violently against that twisted Death's Door. In Accordance, EveryOne in sight may observe many crystaline, ancient offerings of suffered chared flesh amidst this Living Host, but, She is now, and forever more, remaining within and victoriously throughout as grasping astoundingly steady to what Life there is left within, and all about a Journey of that endearing Path->Ahead. From and For all the Others.... That Purposely "DO" Reside Within Me. Mary-EllenMatthews/CopyRight2002 ->BlooD ThirstY DemoN RemainSS In The BreatH Of My ShadoW<- Written March 5th, 2002 © on Mar 05 2002 05:48 AM PST   0 • 1