The Motivation

Funny how the world works isn't it?
I was working away in a warehouse, where I had found a job as a shipper for the summer, and was listening to a CD I had burned, through 4 computer speakers that had been hooked up to my MP3 Player. Then a song came on called "Angel watching over me". This song for some reason entranced me. My mind started thinking of something completely off topic from what i was doing. Before I knew it I had a marker in my hand and as if to the beat and words of the music I began to write. I was writing faster than I could think of what to write next, almost like the words were not mine. When I had finish scratching the sentances down I came up with this...

And thus he was, as he was before
alone....

And in his darkness he saw her,
as beautiful as she once was,
an angel in his eyes...

She smiled,
but he could do nothing but stare,
entranced in her presence...

The she faded into the shadows,
that he had surrounded himslef with...

Tears rolled down his face as he whispered to the shadows,
"Don't leave me....."
"Don't leave me again..."

but she was gone,
and as his tears touched the floor
his left eye bled...

When he looked in the reflection of his own sorrow he found him...

Citoria....


Stange I would say...But one question still remains...
Am I haunted by the ghost of my own creation?