BlacklightArtist02

Pre mortem. Sometimes when i'm alone in the house Left to my own thoughts They drift to things i've noticed about the present, And how inevitably different they are from the past. I look at a picture of my dad, Perched atop one of my high school creations. He seems untouchable by time- Even now looking young from first glance, A closer inspection shows me just how wrong I am. He looks so tired now, eyes sometimes glazed over, Whenever stubble grows it's always grey. The most haunting part though is the sunken eyes. Circles so dark you can almost see the skull underneath, And it sends me a chilling reminder. No man or woman can escape the en

~•Axis•~                                                                             15   It wasn't often I shook in anticipation about meeting someone. In fact, in all of my life I don't think it had ever happened before, yet here I was. Barely able to keep my hands still, and not from the snow that threatened to fall from the heavy looking clouds- perhaps it wasn't a good idea coming so early to get a good place in the queue... Leanna was beside me, huddling close to keep warm, although it wasn't doing much good considering I was no warmer than her.     She had dropped me off in her car, and extended an offer to stay with m