She sees,
I hear. . .
They are coming closer. .She cries. .
Stop the tears. . They are tearing me apart. . . She curls in the corner . . . She cries.
The laughs escape my mouth, Why I laugh I do not know.
My friend, My dear, Stop your tears . . . each tear is blight to my World. .
She is now Broken, yet her fire still burns bright. My friend, The strong one, Try to stop her I dare you. . .
Our worlds fall into the dark. It has been looming so closely,
Now we fall. How far away is the bottom?
She is saddened by the fall, her Tears increase, Louder and louder She grows. . .
I continue to laugh in the dark. . . Lost in my ins
You, my Dear, are a killer, but a graceful killer, no?
You have killed all the hate inside. I am now filled with love for you.
You, my Love, are a Murderer, but a beautiful death is given by your hands, no?
You have killed all the anger inside. I am now joyous and worry-free, Happiness is what I feel when you are near.
You, my Goddess, are a Bearer of death, but it is a wonderful death to experience, no?
You have killed the shadows clouding my mind. I see and think more clearly, lucidly, thanks to the death you bring.
You, my dear, are a Killer,
and you are mine.
I Am the Night, You are the Day.
I Am the Night, The Creator of Dreams.
I Am the Night, The Parent of Shadows.
I Am the Night, The Burglar of light.
I Am the Night, The holder of Fear.
I Am the Night, I hold you close.
I Am the Night, Covered in darkness.
I Am the Night, I protect you from terror.
I Am the Night, The Theive's Refuge.
I Am
I Am the Night, You are the Day.
I Am the Night, The Creator of Dreams.
I Am the Night, The Parent of Shadows.
I Am the Night, The Burglar of light.
I Am the Night, The holder of Fear.
I Am the Night, I hold you close.
I Am the Night, Covered in darkness.
I Am the Night, I protect you from terror.
I Am the Night, The Theive's Refuge.
I Am
You, my Dear, are a killer, but a graceful killer, no?
You have killed all the hate inside. I am now filled with love for you.
You, my Love, are a Murderer, but a beautiful death is given by your hands, no?
You have killed all the anger inside. I am now joyous and worry-free, Happiness is what I feel when you are near.
You, my Goddess, are a Bearer of death, but it is a wonderful death to experience, no?
You have killed the shadows clouding my mind. I see and think more clearly, lucidly, thanks to the death you bring.
You, my dear, are a Killer,
and you are mine.
Current Residence: My self Favourite genre of music: Metal(Nu,Death,Thrash) Shell of choice: Ones I can fit in Favourite cartoon character: Me!!! Personal Quote: Do I really have to answer?
Favourite Movies
Prince caspian. (the new Narnia movie )<-subject to change.
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
KoRn
Favourite Writers
Shel Silverstein & Laurel K. Hamilton
Favourite Games
Fallout 3 and Oblivion, And CoC: DCotE
Favourite Gaming Platform
Rpg
Tools of the Trade
Many trades, no tools.
Other Interests
What isn't an interest of mine...Now I'm studying Lovecraft Mythos.
How are all of you guys? I mea I sit out here in the middleof the country with little time to talk to anyone, Some of you I don't see for like ever. What's been up with all you guys? Christmas? New Year's? Anything bad/good? The internet is a connector, but I haven't been able to connect with you guys for awhile.
Anyone know if there is a metabolism in the vampyre physiology?
I mean Vampyres drink/eat/consume/devour all that blood, well where does it go? Do they metabolize it? or; are they like Zombies, just eat to continue eating?
There has to be some kind of reason to the vampyre physiology, I guess I'm thrown off by the whole un-dead thing. Because if they are dead then they shouldn't have metabolic 'reactions' internally.
Actually one of the few rap bands I listen too, their lyrics are rather graphic but Funny.
Give us what we want
I want to violate you
Why won't you wake up
My friend - please let me rape you
I hate you - I'll break
"And the sins of the fathers shall be
visited upon the heads of the children,
even unto the third and fourth
generation of them that hate me."
Well, then I hate thee, unrighteous picture;
Wicked image, I hate thee;
So, strike with thy vengeance
The heads of those little men
Who come blindly.
It will be a brave thing.
- Stephen Crane, "And the sins of the Father shall be"
Crane is a great poet, also likely an atheist from some of his poems. But who isn't these days?
Hmm, A b-day in like a week and a few days. In other words the future is barreling down the tracks head-on at me and there's nothing to be done to stop it all!