Magik is not an unknown fiend,
you judgemental fool.
things are not alway what they appear to be.
I appear as nothing to you
Sorrow.
It over whelms me
Blue is more then a color, or a feeling.
Blue is a power
Blue I invoke.
Twisting, turning, whistling, whirling.
Can you feel my power ?
You are no longer the master,
forcing me to feel awkward and self concious,
the wallflower here in the corner.
The corner is now center of the universe.
I an converting, perverting, subverting you,
forcing you do to things, forcing you to read this,
as you disappear into a whirlpool of blue,
I spit on your vile being.
Email me !
