We the Tired and Only

I am tired of it all.
The physical world.
The work.
The monotony.
The people
The aching body.
The human limits.
The human emotions.
The secrets.
The feelings.
The lust...
I want to spread wings.
Alas I am just human.
With my heavy flesh and bone, may the will of God be done.

We the Mindless

As I bleed out, I stare at my blood.
So I guess that makes me human?
I reflect more about my past and how they changed me to what I am today.
All my past friends.
All my current friends.
The breakups.
The rejections.
The hugs and kisses.
I see all this oozing down to the drain.
How beautiful is the color dripping from my nostrils.
The dark crimson.
The more I stare, the more I think.
I start thinking...
Eh why do I even care?
Why this?
Why that?
I stick a piece of tissue up my nose to dam the streams.
Eventually blood oozes down my throat, I starting hacking out the blood.
Damn, now I got two bloody T-shirts.

Will You Paint My Wings?

Every time I stand to stretch.
I feel as if wings would rupture from my back.
I wish only it were true.
Maybe I can play away from here.
It's so cold.
Please tell me you see my wings.
Please tell me I am an angel.
Please tell me I am your angel.
I'll watch over you.
I'll protect you.
I'll hold you.
I'll love you.

The Beautiful Scar, and the Forged Iron Curtain.

Tonight, lit by the moon's radiance, I stare into your eyes.
A piano and a violin, are heard in the air.
For many moons, you have played with my heartstrings.
I've always wondered, Have I ever played with yours?
With my wings open, I wanna hold you.
I wanna say will you hold me? Do you love me?
With your push away, you said no.
The angry face, I will never forget.
You put up the wall of pride.
You say you we were never even good friends.
Not even close.
I am a stranger.
You are never sorry.
You are never forgiving.
You are bitter.
You are cold.
I am cold.

Good Bye Forever.

There is so much to say.
I don't blame you.
I know you don't understand.
It's my fault.
I've changed you, I've made you miserable.
For that, I hope you forgive me.
I want you to always be happy.
But maybe this was all my own illusion?
She has made it clear that we were never close.
We were not even good friends.
I don't know if you lied, just to be nice.
But from recent events, I believe you have.
You are a wonderful person.
You lied to save my life.
For that, I owe you my life.
But no I will not do that to you.
My presence tortures you.
I am keeping you from greatness.
I guess, I showered you with too much emotion and love.
I wish I never opened to you.
I am broken when, I am open.
As much as I was cautious to never suffocate you with my emotions, I believe I have.
I think now and laugh.
If you knew me as others do, I think we would never had anything.
All I want for you, is to be happy.
This pain in the back of my throat, this blurriness of vision, is all too familiar.
So for you to be happy and free, I now sever our bond.
Perhaps we were never meant to be.
Be free and live happily.
In this world of darkness, I thought you were my light.
In this world of madness, I thought you were my sanity.
In this world of imbalance, I thought you were my balance.
I looked to you to keep me sane, but now I am only deeper into insanity.
I hoped you would be my Virgil and Beatrice.
I prayed you would lead me out of Hell
I prayed you would lead me through Purgatory.
I dreamed of us entering Paradise together.
But no, I face Hell alone.
I face Repentance alone.
And I enter Paradise alone.
Again my throat throbs with pain.
Breathing hurts.
But my most of all my chest.
I hope you forget about me.
Because I know I can never forget you.
I keep your photograph, because I know it serves me well.
I wish I could steal away the pain, that I've given you.
I know you pushed me away.
Pushed me away and I have fallen.
I will always remember your smile and your words.
They will always cut me.
There is so much more I wish I could say, but I will refrain.
I hope you never read this.
I hope you never remember me.
Good bye forever, my love.

This is You, This is Me

You sing the songs of Joy.
I sing the songs of Sorrow.
You dance with grace.
I fight with madness.
You paint a beautiful picture on the wall, with a brush.
I paint a gruesome picture on the wall, with a sword.
You write beautiful poems, love stories, and happy endings.
I write curses, harrowing stories, and tragedies.
You are benevolent.
I am malevolent.
You show mercy.
I show fury.
You are Angel.
I am Demon.
You are Beauty.
I am Beast.
You are life.
I am death.
You give breath.
I take breath.
You are love.
I am hate.

You hope one day, I will change and love you.
I await the day you destroy me, and in doing so; you destroy your dreams, and your reason to live.

In the end I win, you lose.

Rest for the Beautiful Mind

Ah, go to sleep my dear.
Goodnight and sweet dreams.
Dream a wonderful dream.
Perhaps, when I sleep we can meet in the lucid dream?
We could have many great adventures.
Maybe I could sum up the courage to tell how I really feel about you?
Tell you all the things I want to tell you?

Ah the words of my uncle keep haunting my mind.
But that's another story.

I wish I could hold your silky hands.
I wish I could touch your beautiful lips with mine.
Ah, I can't say these words enough.... This annoys me.
Only if there was a way I could show my love, then perhaps....

Empty

No more words.
No more voices.
No more happy inspirations.
Just a still quiet void.
No future.
No one to hold.
No one to love.
Oblivion is Fucking Nigh!
This emphemeral body...
Flesh and skin; soft, smooth, my bondage.
Bones and tendons; strong, hard, my bondage.
My organs are what keep me alive.
Shall I carve into them, No Future?
Are you there?
Hello, I am your Mind.
And I am your Future.
What do you want?!
Allow me and her, to lead you to the light.
No! Leave Alone!
Squeeze the hand, smoke and a loud thunderous voice resonates from it.
Crimson regret pouring from my head, splatters all over the empty void.
My Mind dismembered and ripped apart.
My Future, like the seeds of a dandelion, gone with the wind.
The end is fucking nigh....

Reflection is Nigh

Please don't pay no mind to this mindless ramble. Read if you wish, but I am sure this won't make sense to anyone, but to me and God.

I think back a couple months, and I wonder what happened? Some talks of joy and adventure never really happened. I guess that's nothing new. I think I scared away a something wonderful aswell. Maybe as I removed the mask, my ugliness scared her away. No more hellos. Maybe I have it all wrong. Friend is all. Dang, kinda heart breaking. I wonder, why even bother waste a breath? Was I something special? No, she told me, I was getting my hopes up. She just that nice. Now I think back to 7 months compared to now. She used to always used to say hi, no more.... No more... No more hugs. No more glances. No more flattery. Not even a smile. That is now.

Deadly sighs.... Oh deadly sighs. Seeing my breath is life seeing my soul drifting away. The air is cold, cold like my heart and how I feel. It isn't fair.... But the fair left town.

Why do I think of these silly things? Why do I beg for it now? Why Of all things, why this?
I want someone to hold my hands, I want someone to hold me, embrace me, hug me....
I want to hold someone who loves me, and just cry. Just cry.
Oh dang, now my eyes are all teary... Perhaps what I want isn't what she wants.
I want her to put their arms around me and give me a kiss.
Damn this drive for physical contact.... Welcome to the World of Men... Disgusting men.... But that's what I am. No, I am not a man, just a boy... Just a boy...

I kneel in the showers, eyes closed, arms crossed across my breasts, latching onto each shoulder and just muttering.... "somebody love me, somebody love me."
I just want to scream it. But no, family is near.

Oh God, here come the tears..... Only if I could rest, rest and never wake up....

I feel so alone and cold....

Dream of Beautiful Nightmares, Welcome to Hell.

My lady you are beautiful.... Please take this rose. It glows with an aura, almost as bright as yours. Ah, tell me your name, please let me see your face. But I am deaf and blind to them. Why? Why am I forbidden?

Ah! My love! On this day, are we to be married? Even from behind, I can tell you are beautiful! Ah... I see and feel your aura, it is like that of an Angel's.... Such pure light.... Oh please let me see your face? I hold in my hand, the band that represents our promise. Till death do us part, they say. Ah your hair beautiful... But your face, I am blind to, once again....

My angel, I fight this war for you! My friends they are being killed right before my eyes. Please wait for me.... As I lay on sands, my visions blurs, All I can do is stare at your picture. I wipe my blood from your beautiful portrait.

My love where are you? Where have you gone? I have come back. The stories I have to tell you! My love? My love.....? All I see is a bloody dagger, on the ground, and a crying man and woman is all I hear. They say that their daughter has taken her own life. With that dagger, she slew her own heart. But to their daughter's name they cry out to, but I am deaf it it. Could it be that it is you...?

It's not right, it's not fair. I come to holy ground, where many loved ones are interred. But I see not other cenotaph, but yours. Dearly Beloved is all it says. But what is this? A rose... No.... Could it be? The rose of my confession? Why, it has grown! It's tenrils go deep.

Ah my dearly beloved... The tendrils they creep all over me.... Their thorns, cut me deep. Oh God! The darkness... My love save me, please save me...

I don't want to be in the dark. I don't want to be in the dark. I don't want to be in the dark....

I awake to see myself in this room. What is this place? It's empty. It's cold. It's a purgatory....? Wait! At a distance I see a somebody... Is it you my love? A bloody curdling scream resounds from with that person.

As I run towards that person. I see... I see... It is you! Why are you dressed in your wedding gown? Ah you are beautiful..... But I wish to see your face.... However you probably have cloaked it. No matter.... My love turn around and look at me! I am here. You fall in my arms with such grace.....

God be merciful! The dagger! But, crimson fluids they make you all the more beautiful.... But I cannot lose you again. Wait for me, my love!

Let us meet death together! For, Death is the Road to Awe!

As I plunge the cold blade into my heart.... I feel no pain, but everything turns to darkness. God! No! Not Now! Deliver us from this Oblivion!

My love you have risen! Though I cannot see your face! I see your eyes! Your hands..... Why do they unsheath the knife from my heart?

The Dearly beloved's face is now revealed. Her face crawled with maggots and worms. Her eyes bloody red from rage. Her flesh rotted to the bone. As soon she withdrew the dagger from the man's heart she quickly plunged it back into his body. Into his eyes, his throat, ripped out his tongue. A bloody scene.

All can be heard is the man's maniacal laughs and bloody curdling screams.

1st Stillness of Many Moons

This week was awkwardly.... depressing. In a way it had it's fair share of events. But even with all that went on, it felt quiet. Too quiet. Let's see what i remembered from this week....

Monday woke up late around 8:16 AM. Missed 1st hour.... I think I had a deep conversation with Devin or maybe that was Tuesday....

Tuesday was the day I had a deep meaningful conversation with Devin? Or that was Monday... Ah yeah! I had to work after school for Glenn.... Got back home around 11:59 AM and got to bed around 1:35 AM.....

Wednesday worked in Coach Paulk's garden, someone stole over $200 at the garden. Had to miss a lot of 7th hour because of it. But Coach Paulk said a handful of the people who actually worked (me included), where excused from the interrogation. A Sheriff Deputy Unit quickly parked out of the Garden's gate. Probably just incase any of the suspects decided to run.... Later that evening I finished this weeks laundry and got my hair cut.

Thursday... nothing really just a few of Tiffany's buddies came to study, but all they really did was play around. Rushed to do all of this week's homework and Cram reading Scarlet Letter. I used SparkNotes instead... Oh I also learned about Slender Man.... Look him up... Or look for video's on YouTube series titled Entry.... Got to bed around 2:43 AM. I saw shadows moving in the ceiling again... Could it be Slender Man or bats from Hell? I think I am at my breaking point.

Friday, Life's a Beach....... Woke up around 8:16 AM. Freaking missed the Psychology Exam!!! At least Devin made me feel a little better. At Least I didn't have to work...

Even though this week had it's highs and extreme lows, it felt unusally still. I was kinda melancholy this whole week. I wanted to write something, but again, Writer's Block is powerful foe. This threw me into a deeper sea of sorrow, I started thinking of a dream I had a few years ago...

Sanctuary of the Meditative Mind

My favorite place would have to be a place I call, “Valde Silva Insons Insontis Phasmatis.” In this spiritual forest, this is where I do most of my most meditative activities. From artistic thinking to self-reflecting, it is a forest of imagination and ideals. I place my most impassioned stories and feelings in here. I really feel most humble in this sanctuary. This forest is where I confide my sins to the Heavens, and ask for penance as well.
Imagine a forest only lit up by a single ray of celestial light that is given off by Heaven’s Light. And with trees with barks that luster of polished sterling silver. And with the leaves laced with silver, and purest shade of white. I call them serenity guardians. In the heart of the forest, lies a colossal serenity guardian tree named,” Yggdrasil.” Here the ray of light shines, and the light is reflected off the tree and lights up all the others. The tree stands tall above all the others. The pitch black floor is littered with leaves of Yggdrasil and all the other serenity guardians.
In the outer boundaries of the forest, the floor is black, but as you step toward the heart you will see the floor is littered with leaves of the trees. As you climb the roots of Yggdrasil, you will find a gaping cavern with gems never before seen by a single human, but me. And this is where you will find me. In times of high emotional stress, this is where I will be. This is my favorite place. This is my sanctuary.

Sanctuary in Words

In this place I have my secrets.
In this place I have everything and nothing.
In this place I have peace and war.
In this place I can write out my emotions, and no one will know their meanings.
In this place I can express my love for someone.
In this place I can dance, I can sing, I can worship.
In this place I am free to be whatever or whoever I want to be.
In this place I am a monster, a stranger, a warrior, an angel.
In this place I am happy and sad.
In this place I dream.
In this place I rise and fall.

This place is my sanctuary, I am finally free. I am finally me.

Darkness Falls

The darkness of 3 AM, the fan whiling above my head, the snoring of my family; they all make me feel all too human. I hit the play button on my Pandora Radio just to releave my nerves... I am greeted by Johann Pachelbel. Ah I remember the days when I had to dance to this song. It was ballet.... 3 monthes, of fun, but harassment from my family. Before I know it, the song fades away. A familar, wonderful piano melody starts, and I realize it as Glass Skin. The vocalist's voice sounds so gentle. Never has his voice been this gentle, but the lyrics as sorrowful as ever though. As the song nears it's end, I decide to choose my next song to play.... Ain't Afraid to Die, this is a nice choice. The song opens with a piano solo, and a soft quiet voice. It's about 3 in the morning. I place the song on constant repeat.... I hear the song for every bit of the beat and instruments. I decide maybe turning the song for constant repeat was not the best of the ideas... I decided to watch the music video....



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RsRFeeiJvUo

English Translation:
The way that I used to walk with you is gone
But still, I always walked with you, I wonder if I'll ever be able to meet
you
The snow falls gently on a hill
Even though I can't reach you, I understand
The flower in your room that you loved is now...
The day of last years final snow
The promises that were hard to exchange
When I remember them, they melt, and spill from my hands
The snow falls gently on a hill
Even though I can't reach you, I understand
The flower in your room that you loved is now...
All alone by the window, just staring at the snow
While remembering you, seeing you in the glass
I give you a final kiss
Come on, smile, don't cry anymore
From here on, I'll always be watching you
The snow falls gently on a hill
Even though I can't reach you, I understand
The flower in your room that you loved is now...
A light that quietly begins to color the inside of the town white
You saw the season's final colors
The sound of the tears that fell is cruel isn't it
You saw the season's final colors
The four seasons, and your colors, will soon vanish
The snow melts, and flowers bloom on the street corner
The "colors" that you saw, softly begin to melt
The day of this years final colors
A single flower on the street corner
When I look up into the sky, the final snow melts from my hand.


My dog comes and pokes her nose to my thigh. I get up from the computer, leash my dog. As I open the door, the sun's ray blind me and sears my flesh. It feels like my flesh and eyes was aflame. It was 7 AM...

Wings of Glass, Pt. 1 Prelude.

An angel shrouded in a robe, and his face full of light. Thundering voice calling out her name, "Muriel." He held out his hand.
She emraced him as if she had known him for many years. His wings, that flowed with beautiful grace, enclosed on them, his body warm with love and soft with gentleness. With a sigh of love, she turned his body turned cold and unyielding as glass. His armed locked against her body. She could not budge. The angel's body had become glass. She looked up to see the face she once trusted. Her eyes dilated. She screamed in fear, as the face was just a black abyss. Her scream shattered the sky and earth. The glass angel and her fell into the darkness.

"Love is lost, Love is gone, Love is dead, Love burns in Hell," chanted the glass angel.

She woke screaming from her night of rest; sweaty and bewildered. She closed her eyes and reprised her dream.

Love is lost, Love is gone, Love is dead, Love burns in Hell
Those words echo in her mind.

Truth that Hurts the Soul

So recently, I had been thinking a lot usually about the past, and how so much has changed in as little as in the past 2 years. It's kind of sad to lose touch with so many you thought would be with you forever, as friends, if not more. It’s funny how peoples thought of you change through just a simple gestures, response to a chain message, attitude of the response, and eye contact. Don't they consider that the person they are talking to or person you are trying to talk to is having a bad day? Seems to me like many friendships are made and destroyed by these simple gestures. In a way it makes me wish, I could take back a response I made to a friend. I think I was bitter, so my emotions got to me. So maybe I offended her. Then again she probably didn't even get the message I was trying to get through at the time. In a way I wish I could re-establish contact with my friend again. Ironic thing is, I had another friend delete her number from my phone. I just didn't want to be the one to sever the form of communication; we used the most to keep in touch. However I do remember, that I asked her to keep and contact. Maybe she never saved my number in the 1st place. Oh how Irony can be a bitch. Whenever we were still in school together, we used to walk together to our 5th our class. On her last day of school, I asked to stay in contact with me, since she was graduating that year. She responded with, "Oh, but I am such so anti-social." And she walked to her next class.... I didn't understand why she would say that, because she had so many friends, and always greeted everyone with a cheery face. It was recent to find out what she really meant.
Maybe I was just scaring her, I was probably a freak. Maybe I was too clingy, even though we never had that close of a relationship. To me being with her was all that mattered. Funny how I thought telling her the truth would make everything okay. Indeed the truth does set you free, but they forgot to mention that it can hurt you too.

So Begins the Next Chapter.

As this chapter ends, so begins another... This school year went by much faster than I had anticipated. So much has happened in as little as 9 months. Countless conflicts, I finally got my 1st girlfriend, went through 3 more heart aches, had myself quite a few pitty parties, turned 17, made a lot of new friends, gone to a wedding.... so much more to say.

Hopefully this summer will be fun filled. Hopefully not just work haha.

For The Memories....

When I see all of you, my mind starts to wonder. Maybe it will be a good day…

Maybe all of you will wave to me and greet me warmly, like you all used to…

As I approach, praying my worries away, you all walk away…. It’s not fair… What have I done?

Tears start to well from my eyes and my soul cries for them,

“Please don’t go!"
"Please don’t go!"
"What have I done?!”

I am left alone to rot and wallow in the oblivion of solitary with black and heavy shards of my heart.

I walk down the road of forsakenness, wishing I could hear the song I most relate too.

Glass Skin…

Memories start to spawn within my mind, eating away my sanity, and destroying all that is me.

I attempt to regain some self-control, I dream of angels delivering me, from this Hell.

My eyes take in sight of all the caressing lovers, for the sake of sanity…..

Why don’t they stop?

Please… Please stop…. Please

Can’t you see?!
It tortures my soul!

“Oh my heart!”
“Oh my heart!”

I wish it just stop beating blood to my mind, so the memories of my forsaken friends and forsaken love… Could just die.

“Can anyone hear the screams of my heart?!”
“Can anyone hear the screams of my heart?!”

It hurts so much, I start to cry blood.

My blood taste so sweet, and my death will be my climax.

Is there a demon from within me?

Happiness and sadness lies to close….

My death will be a forgotten tragic memory , within the annals of all those who once loved me.

Until their skulls are burnt to ashes, and swept away along with the wind.

But I refuse to remain a memory!

As the memory of dies, my legacy will die as well.

“I will be more than a memory!”
“I will be more than a memory!”

What will be the proof of my existence, legacy, and legend, if it all disappears… with the wind?

“ I refuse to be waste of my God given blessings!”
“I will not allow my childish heart to kill me!”

I will carve the sins onto the pages of legends,

I will live with my work!

I will scream with this body of flesh, which separates my soul from Heaven and Hell!!!

Not a Monster.... Just Human

As I walked my dog, I see there was no moon.
Ah what a depressing sight.
I wished to be a child of the night.
Even if there was a moon out, it would need to be full.
Even if it was full, I would scream and growl as loud I possibly could,
Nothing would happen.
No one would come out to investigate.
Even my dog won't look at me.
Meh I can't even change into a wolf XD

Maybe I am just not ready for school again.
I am just tired and stressed.

In Memory of the Flower and the Tears....

Let us never forget.

The day when one of my sisters of God died.

Has everyone forgotten the day she died?

The day, where two anguished souls blew the candles of 13 innocents.

Then blew out their own?

On that day, we remember a Martyr.

Who's name is Rachel Scott.

My sister stood up for what she believed in.

My sister died for what she believed in.

Let us not forget.

Lest, we allow History to repeat itself.

Weight of a Soldier's Blood.

Sharp pains rip through my body.

My ears are ringing.

My comrades.... Their screams of agony.... I can no longer hear.

My vision.... Everything is turning red.


Everything is so.... Cold
I can see my entire life passing before my eyes.

The light....

It's so warm.

The sound of a child's laughter....

My love and daughter... I can see them now.

Beckoning me to come

The soldier reaches for the light and his loved ones....

His strength gives and can no longer raise his hand.

And with the last of his breath he whispers....

Jessica..... Madison.....

I am comming home.........

The young soldier's hearts slowly stops beatings. One minuscule pulse at a time.

The young man's body lies in the battle field.

Eyes open gazing into the dark sky....

For My Dear Readers

Forgive me for the depressing entries! T.T

Bear with me, I am making an effort to put together another "epic" tale to share with you all!

:D

I've just been lacking the motivation to write them. ^-^;

But be patient! All will come in due time... ^-^

For My Dear, pt. II The Conceived Sorrow

"No one has ever said the things you say to me."
"I like how you say your words, they're magical."

Were words that came out of your mouth, while tears run down your cheeks.

I am your angel.

I will hold you when you are in need.

I will listen when you need audience.

I will guard you when you are in danger.

My mind mourns,"Tell me you love me. Tell me you love me..."

It is all I ask.

I want to fall asleep in the innocent gentleness of your tears.

I want to fall asleep in your arms.

I want to know what it is like to love.

Alas our love cannot be.

Because your heart longs for another.

To know this, makes my heart sting, because everyday I see you.

To know this, makes my body cold, because there is no one to hold it.

To know this, makes my soul bleed, because the sound of your beautiful voice, cuts deep.

Oh how I wish to sleep the eternal sleep, to never awaken unto such a lonely world.

For My Dear

Recently, I've contemplating on love. Thinking about it hurts. Am I going through a phase or does my soul thirst for a mate?



So I think of the songs, the songs I want to write just for you.

But you are beyond my grasp.... Beyond my Grasp.

As I run my hands across the strings of this guitar, I think of your hair.

Everyday I hold myself for the warmth and tenderness.

It reminds me of how you used to hold me.

I now wear a mask. So you cannot see my true face and emotions.

This mask now burdens me.

For it has become a part of me.

I am a two-face.

I lure many into my circle of love and trust.

As I show my true face....

They all remember me not.

So they escape my web and leave me alone to wither in the dark oblivion of called Loneliness.

Oath of the Glass to the Flesh: Dream of Prelude and Origin

Once there was a young man who wished for eternal youth and forsight. He prayed and prayed to his angels but an answer never seemed to come. With every unanswered prayer darkness tainted his heart. His mind lost it's grip on sanity. His faith lost to the abyss of sorrows.
With his faith lost so was his sanity and his gentle heart.
One day he abandons all his loved ones and traverses to summit of a mountain. There he beckons an angel of Satan. A gate into Hell appeared behind him. A monsterous hand grabbed his feet and dragged him into the gates. There, in the darkness of hell, he made a pact a demon. He was given power to bring death and suffering onto Man, but he would have to suffer the pain and horrors of the victim and their families. And when his mortal life ended, he would be sealed in his heart. The young man however pleaded to die in this fashion.

As I die, my body and heart shall turn into glass....

Petrified.

Frozen in time.

For eons, I will lay.

Famine.

War.

Genocide.

Extinction.

I will have seen much suffering.

Melinnias will pass.

I will haved shattered.

My broken shards will be my spawn.

The breath of nature will carry them around the world.

Thus the cycle of suffering will begin anew.

The demon surprised of the young man's wish for the world suffer such terrible curse, he sought to compromise with the young man. Thus he chants his hellish melody....

Glass and Flesh
Man and Woman
Brittle and Resilient
Certain and Changing
Cold and Warm
Lustrous and Suave
Long ago, Flesh was always warry to never come near Glass.
On one fateful day, they embraced.
Driven by an anttempted suicide of the Body.
They collided and they became one.
Together they were whole.
Their love for one another was named, Pain.
The Body sang them a song.... The song named, Agony.
As their love for each other deepened, the louder the song was sung.
This is the power I give you, Little Imp.
Alas only one shall be allowed to suffer, what you will inevitably endure.
The poor soul will have your heart of glass.
And as they expire, you will personally deliver me their soul.
But be forewarned, if ever your merciless curse should break, then your soul will be mine.
I shall show you pain like you have never felt before.
You will suffer the pain of your victims, tenfold.

The delusional young man, so thirsted for vengence against the ones he once worshipped,
Accepted the pact.
The demon ripped open the youg man's chest exposing the ribcage.
He continued to snap every single rib.
With such immense pain, the young man scream was heard by no living creature.
The demon pierced the child's heart with his teeth.
Thus the heart turned to glass.
The demon sewn the chest shut with his own teeth and the boy's locks of hair.
The was then thrown out of the gates of hell back into the relm of mortals.

Sharp piercing pain ran throughout his body, then concentraited to his throat.
He vommited out bile, blood, and needle sharp shards of glass.

So the cycle begins....

The young man looked onto the world from which he stood.
With eyes of fury, he see's the world entombed in glass.
His eyes fill with plots to afflict the one that will break his unending cycle.

You will be my first!


I will find you.... I Promise...

It's Been a Long Time....

Wow... It has been since December since I wrote anything..... I would like to say I am sorry. Things have just been very fustrating.....


1st I would like to inform everyone that there are two new blogs.... BUT! They are empty :P

Hopefully I can get over the madness that is dwelling within my mind....