So many thoughts, sharply exhaled breathes.
Dodging simple questions.
Never lying, simple bending the truth.
Strange old feelings.
Resurfacing to confuse may fractured mind.
Yet oddly calming.
Wanting to tell her the truth.
Never really sure.
Innocently she asks again and again.
Mocking myself doubt.
Dust clings to the old walls
Blood stains all over the floor
A cross torn off the wall and all the mirrors shattered
The young man sits in the corner
Young yet old but to him it is all the sme
You see his age in his eyes
The rust covers the cars
A rusted smell fills the air
I am starting the process all over again
The loneliness
The pain
and the sweer taste of...
I do feel joy returning to me and to only me
I will find peace in nothingness
My cloak of insanity wrapped tightly around my sanity
As once aagin i take the plunge into my mind
My creativity is as strong as it ever was
I found the angel among the demons
They win the can have my soul but i will retain my mind
People are jesters and kings with paper crowns
Making fools of themselves
Their laughter is cold and empty
Forever crying and lying
The people are false and dead
But they do not know it yet
No one knows we are puppets of some great show
but we are not on the smae stage
We have become are own gods
And we will be forgottem like all the rest
Pain like an old friend
Smiling like a fiend
Greeting me with open arms
Grasping me, choking me
Dragging me in
alone with him in his black house
The only sounds are his laughing
and the sound of
my blood dripping on the floor
To love art is to love a slow poison
Pain and sorrow fuel my desires:
Gives me inspiration for my work.
Alone in the night I sit. I hear the
Shadows telling me to do their bidding.
The shattering walls and breaking stones
I still sit alone in the night.
The great building a behemoth on land
Never moving just awaiting for people
To cram inside.
It fills its belly with young children
Who have yet to see the real world
They against each other, the wall, and
The lockers without knowing the dangers.
Still the beast wais, waits to consume their
Individuality, the few who escape whole
Are the lucky ones
Honor is the blade wielded by the brave
Tried by the best,The blade is life
The blade is death
Shining through the darkness
The hope that will not die
Truely the only thing that will not
be lost or forgotten
The only true way is
The way of The Blade
Oh my dear anti-hero, Crowley
the beast 666, the tragic hero.
The man who found himself in darkness
The great man who saw through the bullshit
Crowley teh greatr warlock, he gave reason
to the religion of the elder ones
Crowley the man who saw what i want to see
I cant stand them any more
I cant believe it has come to this
Eyes always watching me, only me
Why? Why do they torture me so?
Thier eyes, my eyes, 100s of eyes
Watching, waiting for me, why me?
I'll end this now, No more of this
I am free, my freedom is darkness
Current Residence: Burlington, Vt Favourite genre of music: Gothic and Doom Metal Favourite style of art: Gothic-Punk/religious Personal Quote: "Some times i wish there were 2 of me. So i could cuddle myself, anything else woud be queer.&a
Favourite Movies
The Crow/Fight club
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Type o negative/a Perfect Circle, Dir en grey, Life of agony
Ok i have been reading alot of whitewolf lately and i have a really kool idea. The story will be called the horror club and the concept is that a group of 17-19 year old college bound students get turned down for aid and its to late to apply to any other schools but at the last minute soem offers to pay the bill for all 4 years but they have to take a class called The Horror Club. With the later with the check is a description of the class:
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