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*sigh*

It's 3:57 in the morning, and I just fell off the wagon.


well, while I'm here...



isn't there
isn't there anybody out there
to hear me howling
late nights take their toll
and I go prowling

off the rocker, over the line
trading past what's hers and mine
another wolf comes creeping
smirking as I mourn

wasn't there
wasn't there a time that you could feel me
now the night is gone
stripping off my fur
choking off my song

tear out her voice, leave her broken
leaving last that's your token
another wolf left weeping
lurking at your door

see you there
I see you but your eyes just slide away
slink back inside my den
I lose you in the crowd
and my eyes drown again

(no subject)

so, I've started my big "study other people's art, figure out what they do to make their work rock, and try to apply it to your own sad lack of skillz" project.

I think I'm roughly where Dreamie was in 2001, if the dates are anything to go by. Sadly, I'm a slow study, so look me up in 2008 and maybe my work will have ascended to glowing heights by then.