I hear a distant scream of pain
trickling motion of rain
onto bare skin like tear drops
like a path way of weakness or even strength.
It's like finding the beauty of death
a cross road, a dead end.
Love or friendship
a stepping stone to the continuation of something real or
the curtains to the greatest show of acting.
A substitute in life to fill the gaps or
a reason to set new traps to catch my prey.
I rather the ink over the lead
and words whispered than left unsaid.
I want a kiss not a promise
and I want, I want, I want
Description:Of no conscience
My name: Daniel H. Schluckebier. I am slightly an aggressive person with a good sense of humor. Man on a mission with goals to achieve. I love spending time to myself or with weird and interesting people. I love writing and into artistic thinking. I enjoy creating new identities and tend to be multi-personalistic from time to time... Considered mysterious and random. Not to be annoyed or upset. Very easy going...
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Looking for something real
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