Forest-Law
06-09-2005, 07:38 PM
A SKULL CANDLE, LOST.
In these deep solitudes and awful cells,
Where a skull candle thoughtfully dwells,
And habbo democracy ironically reigns;
In the deepest and darkest of inhuman veins;
Alone in the room as a last retreat
One hacked user and long-forgotton '133t'
Yet, the candle dwells in the room it came
No guest, no friend, no name.
Several days passed until one revealed
That the tightened lips of the candle had yet to be sealed
It ceased to be and dwell in disguise,
And mixed with nothing and fabric lies
O write it not, my hand — a skull defeated
Already written — a room deleted
Lost and forgotton the skull candle prays
Its heart still dictates, and its hand obeys.
In these deep solitudes and awful cells,
Where a skull candle thoughtfully dwells,
And habbo democracy ironically reigns;
In the deepest and darkest of inhuman veins;
Alone in the room as a last retreat
One hacked user and long-forgotton '133t'
Yet, the candle dwells in the room it came
No guest, no friend, no name.
Several days passed until one revealed
That the tightened lips of the candle had yet to be sealed
It ceased to be and dwell in disguise,
And mixed with nothing and fabric lies
O write it not, my hand — a skull defeated
Already written — a room deleted
Lost and forgotton the skull candle prays
Its heart still dictates, and its hand obeys.