masterofpuppets

         Well, I haven't got much to say, just that my poems deal mostly with love, rejection, and one or two with fire. But there is no deep, profound meaning to them. Also I don't want you all to think I'm like bitter, or something. I just have bad luck when it comes to guys. (Oh, yeah I forgot to mention I'm female, because it's probably not obvious from my name.) No big deal. Everyone goes through a lull at some point or another.

As for the poem, "Conversations with Myself," it's just a nonsense poem, nothing more! So don't try to read into it. Also, don't think I'm suicidal or anything, because I'm not. I'm of sane mind. (At least, as sane as I can be.)

Anyhoo! I can't think of anything else, so..
                   Peace, love and                                                                               Heavy metal music,
                                             Master of Puppets

         Hail Satan.

Colours of Me

(Blue)
The colour of a clear blue sky,
The colour of your eyes.
The colour of the tears I cry,
Since you said good-bye

(Black)
The colour of the heart in me
The colour of your death.
It's the colour that I'm seeing,
As you draw on your last breath.

(Red)
The colour of your love.
The colour of sweet sound.
It's the colour of your blood
as it flows upon the ground