YamiNoNeko

You see him look at you with those deep eyes. your helpless but you still wonder. what is up with those eyes? why are they filled with so much sorrow and regret? those same eyes haunt you, when you close your own, when you stare off into space. you wonder about his past his present and even his future. why are you so curious about this mans life? what did he do besides look at you? nothing you realize. he did nothing. and thats why hes so sad. ~Edit:~ the poem isnt about tomi exactlly just about his eyes. his eyes have the 'drawing you in' effect and so i just added to it.

I, the smoker, Give permission for you, the Cigarette, to own my life and dissintegrate and blacken my lungs, in turn, you must be there when no one else is, you must let me suck my hatred out of your tan filter, relieve my stress upon the long white cylinder of your poison, then, and only then can you cause me pain with my harsh coughs and drowsy nights, my sore throats and addiction. This Pact has been concluded on the twenty-third day, of the second month, on the two thousandth and fifth year at the time of eight fifty four in the evening. Signed, Addicted smoker #20089 Jessy Sanchez 23/2/2005

Why must I be alone? I walk outside and the world is utterly still. The wind has been muted for a day. Not even the soft steady beat of a bird's wing. I take a swig of my beer, Pour my problems down my throat. I take a drag of my ciggarette, Fill my lungs with smoke. I stare up at the sky and the moon and celestial beings. They have no answers for me. Why?

She came rushing out of the temple walls. Her little two toed sandals clipping as she ran down the stone steps to the courtyard. Because of what happened in the temple, her shirt was in pieces. Not caring what people thought of her anymore, she just kept running through the town. Soon the rain came pouring down as if it could not get any worse in her life. She started shivering but kept moving, hearing the man in the background growling after her. She awoke with a twitch and stood up, her gun in hand. Blue was growling, her eyes focused all around the cavern. She peered around also, her cat like eyes darting into the dark corners and out. Wit

                 Take my hand...          I'll lead you to a world of pain, torture and amusement                                    A world where the government...           is more like communist pigs then anything...                                   Take my hand...                I'll lead you to bloodshed...    I'll lead you to misplaced body parts....                                    Take my hand....                  I'll lead you to the supposed                         Free states of America

Ruined I'm sorry I ruined your Life by living, But I would do it all Again just to talk to You again. Im sorry if I pissed you Off by talking, But if it would make You talk to me again Ill do it again. Its all a game Of plastic and wires Not real you say I know its not But I cant help… I just cant help it…                                                                I fell… Never mind…its just the feelings of a child…never true… Please accept my apology I didn't mean to… I wouldn't be living if I could choose And I would never had said 'hi' to you all those times.. If I knew… If I knew it would make you mad… If I