The poet to the reader....
My thoughts don't flow so smoothly as I sit
 down to write.I lose a litt
le word or phrase along the way and the poesy diminishes.
Life is limited, exceedin
gly so, not by the restraints,Of deat
h, but by the restraints of humanity.
I am facetious.  I never show my t
rue face, hidden by a masque of cold words.
I am lost in my sentiments, failed
 interpretations ofPretty sou
nding words strung together from the bottom of my 
heart.I shall not wa
x poetic, nor shall I bore you with observations
Of nature and laments of a hard li
fe.The essence of th
e poem escapes me, as they are just words, empty words.
Yet they seem to affect, as th
ey create the desired image thatThe p
oet wishes to bring to his perpetual audien
ce,Thusly creating a lifeti
me of remembrance.Based on the twisted 
observations of Israfel [Gothic]