Lest We Sleep, Nocturnal Asylum

It was on that fateful night
When the phantoms flew near
And on this careless night flight
They did not what ears could hear

They stole the dreams of those ‘sleep
Asleep under their covers
For they stripped the gold mine deep
And too they caped their lovers

Those awake, they did not hearken
The scream-less horror then
For these loved the light darken
And then awake, always safe

Pain the Fuel

Like a stream of gold it flows
Trickling down into a heart shaped black bucket
The ghost of happiness haunting the remains the dark red meadows
Shimmering in the grim, sweat, dreamers’ night
The song of the ravens
The dance of the pixies of death
Fated misery for the greater good

The searing agony of the spirit
The exercise for strength
More than the pain
It is what is birthed from it that fortifies the silver trenches
With which the wars of society are fought for a person alone
It is pain that fuels the change
Adversity the heated engine for the evolution of the mind

the ultimate absinance film o.o (for girls at least)

so I'm taking health over the summer so that i can take studio art next year.
today being the second to last day of class (this week we were going over human sexuality and whatnot)
and they show us a video of a live birth
and, umm.... it was pretty graphic.
we watched it once
then backwards ... *dies* (the image of putting the baby back in)
then again

so, it was pretty painful looking...
the awkward video was just made worse by my amazingly awkward teacher mr. farhner.
he's a pretty cool and hilariously awsome teacher, but creates endless akward moments.... o.o