I leant upon a coppice gate

When Frost was spectre grey

And Winter's dregs made desolate

The weakening eye of day

The tangled binestems scored the sky

Like strings of broken lyres

And all mankind that haunted nigh

Had sought their household fires

The land's sharp features seemed to be

The Century's corpse outleant

The crypt his cloudy canopy

The wind his death lament

The ancient pulse of germ and birth

Was shrunken hard and dry

And every spirit upon earth

Was fevorless as I.

That is the first two verses of The Darkling Thrush, by Thomas Hardy. It's my favorite poem. I'm weird like that.

Riiight, so… Some random facts about me.

Eye color: Light grey in summer, dark green in winter

Favorite color: Green

Favorite book series: SKULDUGGERY PLEASANT FOR LIFE

Favorite TV show: SHERLOCK DUH

Other favorite TV shows: Modern Family and Castle

Sherlock comes first though. Sherlock is always first (attempts creepy laugh).

I have also been diagnosed as a sociopath. But I promise not all sociopaths are cleaver-wielding serial killers XD

I am not normal. BUT THATS A GOOD THING