Thomas Riker Personal Logs (Books of My Words)
Category: Blogging

I've been prone to writing words in a book for years. Honestly since I first wrote that first silly little poem. I have lost a book or two over time but I have been able to maintain the one I started on Nervala and also another one I kept hidden and used on Lazon II. But now, just in case I happen to lose them too I will transcribe them into my personal logs. Here are some exerpts from the book I have kept with me from Lazon II. Once again I am forced to write hoping to bleed off my infinite heartache so then i survive another night and live to write again so I dip this well used quill deep into the blood of my own heart wishing to stop this harrowing pain before my soul is ripped apart but ink and quill alone are nothing. I need parchment to reach my goal and all I have to write upon are the remnants of my tattered soul and so with crimson ink upon faded parchment, using battered quill, my hurt slowly bleeds from me forming into words without my will. now I sit here and decide to read. I realize that through my writing, I have condemned myself to live another night. Fallen, forever to remain, never again  to be without you. I've crossed the  void of a thousand milky ways,  Shadow danced across stars,  in the  arms of a crescent moon;  turned my back on  eternity for a  heartbeat and  saline tears;  just to feel  the want in your lips  pressed to mine; and  oh  how the precious scent  of your ardor  awakens  my sanity; only  to watch it drown  midst  a seraphs requiem,  and be reborn again  in  the soft of your eyes.  These faithful arms reach  out to you as the veil of  innocence fades; the  stars were shining,  silken petals  unfurled,  as you  slipped into  me  wholly