My Destiny

In the darkness,
No one can see your tears,
In the darkness,
No one can see your fears,
In the darkness,
There is no one to love you,
In the darkness,
There is only sorrow with you.

To seek and found a reason to be,
To hunt like a hound, your destiny to see.

My only love, once found, now lost,
For my cowardice, that was the cost.

Inside my heart, to pieces, I am shattered,
All those pieces, in darkness, now scattered.

To seek end in the dark,
It is my destiny,
To weep alone in the dark,
It is my destiny,
To die all alone without your love,
It is my destiny.

The Hour of Death

The hour of sad memories,
Brings back the happy few,
And the moon shines as a quiet breeze,
Her mellow light through the dew.

Night salls with the happy thought,
That I might live ’til morn,
With God’s protection, without retort,
Without contempt or scorn.

If my soul he should take away,
And to His bosom hold,
Its only then that I may say,
The hour of death is gold.

It’s gold for I am in God’s arms,
In Heaven’s quiet calm,
Where none beg from others alms,
In blessed quiet, away from harm.

And so, now that the time has come,
When I must surely die,
I’ll surely try to be at home,
For the hour of death is no lie.

Internet Idiots

My apologies to those who have added me to their messenger and ended up being bitched at for asking me asl.

Well not really. I don’t give a damn. I believe you should read a profile before you add someone, I dunno, just so they don’t have to put up with that annoying asl nonsense.

Because really, come now you didn’t think I filled it out for fun? Tsk Tsk, then don’t you think you deserved that?

AND ANOTHER THING;

This ‘cybering’ nonsense, for gods sake stop badgering me to see naked pictures, or god forbid…*gasp* beg to see me masturbate for you on my webcam.

There are some REALLY sad people out there, and that above scenario has happened more often that not with people who’ve added me to their messenger lists.

Now, I bid you take careful notice of the part that says married. You see it? Good. Now WHAT on earth do you pitiful little runts think you have to offer me? I work, I’m relatively intelligent, independent, and yes happily married. To a man whom most of you have NO hope of coming close to either in character, or companion wise.

So get lost, and stop bitching because I snapped at you.