A girl walks through a city. It does not matter what she is wearing or if she's pretty, it only matters that she walks through a city in the dead of winter in the dead of night and she walks without seeing and without feeling. She does not want to feel. She does not know where she is going, she does not want to go anywhere; that would imply being somewhere. She hides her face as she walks but the wind brushes it over her shoulder and shows anyone who is watching her face for a brief moment. One might observe that she does not look happy but neither does she look sad, one might also observe that she walks quickly and does not talk to any one,
Eternal devotion,
Twisted emotion,
Strangled peace and unending calm,
I shall never let them touch me,
Not for the thousand years of forever,
Not for the thousand tears of tomorrow.
Unreal memories that haunt us every day,
My dreams lie to me in the most painful way.
They left to lay in the frost and I, here,
Still missing them, every one, every day,
Let me sleep and dream forever,
Let me drown in the fantasy of my own life.
Lies I told still sting,
The joke is not funny any more,
But why can't I fix this,
Why can't I heal?
Doomed to amaranthine sorrow,
The Sisyphean task.
Isolated to the frozen slopes of my own mind,
I
I am the vengeful storm cloud raging in the distance. I am the thunderous hatred boiling in the background. I am the sorrow turned anger howling out death. I am the previously enslaved beast of revenge. I am death knocking at your door. I am the blood spilt and drying upon the stone. I am an insatiable hunger for death. I am the burning wrath of the gods. I am the death of happiness. I am resentment of the past and eagerness for the approaching hell. I am never still.
A girl walks through a city. It does not matter what she is wearing or if she's pretty, it only matters that she walks through a city in the dead of winter in the dead of night and she walks without seeing and without feeling. She does not want to feel. She does not know where she is going, she does not want to go anywhere; that would imply being somewhere. She hides her face as she walks but the wind brushes it over her shoulder and shows anyone who is watching her face for a brief moment. One might observe that she does not look happy but neither does she look sad, one might also observe that she walks quickly and does not talk to any one,
I am the vengeful storm cloud raging in the distance. I am the thunderous hatred boiling in the background. I am the sorrow turned anger howling out death. I am the previously enslaved beast of revenge. I am death knocking at your door. I am the blood spilt and drying upon the stone. I am an insatiable hunger for death. I am the burning wrath of the gods. I am the death of happiness. I am resentment of the past and eagerness for the approaching hell. I am never still.
Current Residence: Chicago Favourite genre of music: alternative rock, lullabies. Favourite style of art: relistic fantasy writing Operating System: Windows XP Proffesional Personal Quote: "And I mean it."
Favourite Movies
Titan AE
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
The Smashing Pumpkins
Favourite Games
Halo 3
Favourite Gaming Platform
Xbox 360
Tools of the Trade
My mind, my internet
Other Interests
Planes, spaceships, orchestral composition, skyscrapers, languages
I'm an objectivist. It's so very fun. Every one should be. I dream about the way the world should be and might be. I just came back from Philadelphia but I going to Newbury Port, MA on the 22nd. I have sooo much to do and no time, I'm gonna finish it all.
Random happenings:
Ordered a print but it hasn't arrived yet due to a snow storm.
I finally got my own fencing gear.
OHMYFUCKINGGOD I got some socks which is a surprisingly good thing.
Vulcans are an objectovist orgasm.
I adored vampires before the rest of the world so stfu you twilight fans.
My arm is bleeding again. How much money am I going to spend on gauze after falling out of a window? I'm not exactly rich, yet.
Full moon on the new year.
I have definitely decided that there is nothing to hold on to even though I'm still hanging here. That means that I must have developed the skill of missing the ground when falling. I hope the
When the light finally fades we lay destroyed, broken and forgotten. The night may have brought peace to those who are not quite dead yet. In the gathering dust those who are too close to death silently slip away; vanishing into the fields of sorrow. Choking, silently, so many will leave. And we must wonder if it is truly better to remain alive when all your cards are up and all your second chances long past used. The few survive and may go on to do great things after this battle, but the victory was bittersweet, the war so far not won.
I have always said it is far better to survive if even in the worst conditions then to succumb to the terr