She looks to the skies, to the stars strung on strings,
For the slivers of cobwebs and outlines of wings,
As she sits in a circle of withering grass,
and beckons the end of the world to pass.
The waterfalls golden are beginning to thin,
The jagged-edged landscape is starting to spin,
The butterflies fling themselves wild at the moon,
As she sits and she listens, she knows it is soon.
The maenads are leaving their fires to burn,
Taking their wine without dreams to return,
The party has ended with melting sundays,
and the ice cream drips down over razoredged maze,
And the people with faces, whose faces are masks,
They stop all their laughing yet none of them asks,
The others, "What's making our sky turn oh so bland,
What's casting this shadow all over the land?"
The footfalls are hindered by not one single blade,
And the seams that were scars are slowly unmade,
into free-flowing wounds marching up and down wrists,
As the world gives a jerk, and then painfully twists.
The wolf packs are howling, disbanding, distraught,
And the spiders pull webbing distressingly taught,
Which snap and set free all the evil they snared,
and the girl hugs her knees, both unwary and scared,
As she searches the night for her last saving grace,
and fingers the wings made of fabric and lace,
For the outline, the whisper, the power that sings,
From the being with candy and crystallized wings,
But still there is nothing, then nothing at all,
But the careful made dreamscape beginning to fall,

The land is collapsing, she can't think to cry,
Because despite disbelief, even Dragons will die.

4 hours.
...I feel like I'menna forget something. ><

30 hours to go...
...Running on the adreniline, waiting for the fight...

I was tempted to sign off my letter with "Rach"... Wierd.

Two non-refundable tickets to Bellingham Washinton (in my top desk drawer, safe).

I'm almost 100% sure that no matter what happens these next few days, dad wont want to throw 150$ down the toilet.
I'm finding security in the value of these tickets.

If you're going to treat me like a child, than you should think of me as one too.

SAT's tomorrow...
...Sleep after school....
Test results today...
..So tired it hurts to keep my eyes open...
...I just wanted to do well for once...

Ask aboot kitty.

I hope they don't draw my blood. -.-

*blushes and mutters* Damn... Just because I don't have a life on Friday night doesn't mean that I should assume that others don't. I shouldn't have called. Now I look dumb. ><