10-12-03 - 10:40
"Eyes of a fallen angel,
Eyes of a tragedy"
What is a man? When I think of myself, I have only feelings of something that should not exist. When others think of me it is just clips and flashes of me as I once was. Those who I meet briefly won't remember. And some I have known forever wish to forget.
So what is a man? He is just flashing glimpses in the mind. Good and bad. But we are remembered for the dark deeds most of all. There is nothing left to do but fade like the memorizes have.
