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In the Darkness
Do you see the markings?
Created on 2002-05-13 00:54:21 (#557756), last updated 2008-05-06
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Basic Info| Name: | The Dark |
|---|---|
| Birthdate: | 1984-11-03 |
| Website: | Deviantart |
BioWell I have nothing much to post here except I'm 22. I have black hair, I have blue eyes with a little yellow near the pupil, I'm 5 foot 10 inches tall, I also like having my nails long so I am sometimes mistaken for a girl by a lot of jackass'*grumbles*. Ummm nothing much so I'll end it with some fucked up poetry I wrote up.
After all has been done, after lost souls have been found, after begining becomes the end, after the strong become the weak, after all of this life becomes death.
Resserected from death he has wandered the earth wondering why he has been called back from his peaceful rest. Then he realizes he is back not to right something he has done he is hear to feel the pain he has caused for hell wasnt severe enough for what he has done.
Death is what hangs over every life in this world but only a small few will accept it and then death will no longer hang over there them but it will have consumed there life.
Floating...wandering the astral planes of the mind confused...cold...all alone in this huge maze called reality. The only thing to free you of this maze is to either reach the end or end yourself.
Let the skies run blood red and let the earth change to black as the deepest shadow and let the plains blow as hard as the tempest...
As you struggle in the brilliant light that surrounds you something becons you from the corner of your eye you see a dark figure of a human and then all you see is red...
The dark never fanishes from the thoughts of man for it does hide in the depths of many and come out when it is ready to pounce on a new being.
Dark Moon
I hear it.
It calls to me from the depths of the sky.
It drives me to change.
It entices me to scream out.
It forces me to yell in anger and in pain.
It beckons me to become stronger.
It tells me to hunt.
It shine flashes on my coat of black fur.
It gleams in my eye.
It guides my fangs to find the prey.
It enables me to become the hunter.
I am the hunter.
Fires of Hell
The fires of Hell lick my wounds and make them burn with new pain.
The smell of smoldering flesh floats and burns the eyes.
The searing touch of the flames cut like blades.
The screams of pain are loud and many.
The sight of others burning for all eternity will haunt me for years.
For this I shall never forget the suffering I have caused. For this I shall burn in the fires of Hell.
After all has been done, after lost souls have been found, after begining becomes the end, after the strong become the weak, after all of this life becomes death.
Resserected from death he has wandered the earth wondering why he has been called back from his peaceful rest. Then he realizes he is back not to right something he has done he is hear to feel the pain he has caused for hell wasnt severe enough for what he has done.
Death is what hangs over every life in this world but only a small few will accept it and then death will no longer hang over there them but it will have consumed there life.
Floating...wandering the astral planes of the mind confused...cold...all alone in this huge maze called reality. The only thing to free you of this maze is to either reach the end or end yourself.
Let the skies run blood red and let the earth change to black as the deepest shadow and let the plains blow as hard as the tempest...
As you struggle in the brilliant light that surrounds you something becons you from the corner of your eye you see a dark figure of a human and then all you see is red...
The dark never fanishes from the thoughts of man for it does hide in the depths of many and come out when it is ready to pounce on a new being.
Dark Moon
I hear it.
It calls to me from the depths of the sky.
It drives me to change.
It entices me to scream out.
It forces me to yell in anger and in pain.
It beckons me to become stronger.
It tells me to hunt.
It shine flashes on my coat of black fur.
It gleams in my eye.
It guides my fangs to find the prey.
It enables me to become the hunter.
I am the hunter.
Fires of Hell
The fires of Hell lick my wounds and make them burn with new pain.
The smell of smoldering flesh floats and burns the eyes.
The searing touch of the flames cut like blades.
The screams of pain are loud and many.
The sight of others burning for all eternity will haunt me for years.
For this I shall never forget the suffering I have caused. For this I shall burn in the fires of Hell.
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anime, biting, blood, clawing, cold air, cold skin, computers, cooking, digital art, eyes, gaming, internet, lips, manga, necks, photoshop, swimming, wet skin
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