Author has written 2 stories for Mystery, and Life.

So . . . I'm on Fictionpress. Swanky.

Yes, this is Psykiapa. Teh "grand masteir". Nevermind.

Erm . . . onto serious poetic shit.

For through my heart nevermore did I steer,
The darkness creeping in,
for light, I did see a pier
And no longer through blood do I steer.

Yes, I am morbid. No, I am not a serial killer. I only stab the paper with my pen in order to fully grasp the meaning of "bleeding hearts". And I would like to kill the evil slashbutton. *nodnod*

Ph34r! For I kill naught but with words,
And evermore to dub thee "wordsmith"
And effervesce naught but here, a bird,
Flocking to my dauntless myth.

I think I very well may have some issues.

*kisskiss*
Psykiapa

Quote of the Day: Evermore do we fear the dreamer, for we do not understand them any more than a person thrust into the wild unknown.