Psycho-Pheonix

Ah the start of my journey. It wasn't a smooth one. It was storming down, the hemming of my coat that dropped near my feet on the horse was dirtied with mud from the unpaved roads, and my boots were filthy. I write this from the sanctity of my study, with it's aged oak paneling, and the solid bookcases that complimented the desk in front of me. You may not know who I am, but I will tell you. In due time.

The smell of perfume lingers in the air Panting Sighing A tense string in the air Laughing without a care Tormenting brown eyes Every laugh I die Still I see That he's staring right at me My heart pounds a new beat A drum in my chest He walks over A grin spread on his face He leaned over me and whispered "I see what you see, You're just lie me Your eyes shine So do mine."