I am the vampire Chimira, the creation of my Marme Noir. I was created into this world to be a general to the much feared Harlequin, however I have since retired and their deadly masks find no fear in me. Do not let my innoscent masquerade fool you for I am deadly. Renaissance is that of my existance, and forever will be. I am a heartless little thing at times, sometimes caring for noone but myself. Make me yours, play with me while I am still here and bound by you all. Fair warning, I am fragile and will break when dropped. I can be rude and often times sarcastic, and alot of the times I say things I do not mean....especialy to those I love. I often wonder if perhaps I do mean them? Join my family of immortality, protect me...love me. But always live in fear that one day I may turn on you.
As for a physical descritption...I am a bit short unfortunately, about five foot. I have long dark hair that reaches a bit past my waist. I have blue eyes and yes of course, pale skin. I am not small in weight...nor am I large. I suppose that is all you need to know yes?Until later a time when I can think of other things for posting, I bid you a goodnight.
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Welcome to my home, come in, sit down. I don't bite....hard. I find solace and comfort in others but I excercise caution and may seem abit shy. Years of solitude have effected me but I do make the effort. If I like you, I like you, if I don't...well lets just say my anger weighs more than my shyness. I am brutily honest. As of late I only look for friendship, though at one point I had tried to find a mate. I do not descriminate, I don't care about race, gender, age or anything like that. If you want to be friends add me and let me know I will do the same. Feel free to drop in at anytime and say hello...
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"Going down the rabbit hole
Get away from all we know
Come on, follow
Come on and follow me
Going down the rabbit hole
Even hoes and gigolos
Come on, follow
Come on and follow me
Quick slow high or low
You’re never gonna know for sure
See in stereo
Down the rabbit hole"
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After tonight a child no longer screams,
A mother no longer dreams,
The end of a deep spiritual war,
And the soul cries out no more,
The soul now foun, once so badley lost,
The childs life the painful cost,
The darkness took the child away,
Beneath the ground to forever lay,
Through silent screams and loud silence,
The last blood to break the violence,
Hurt and shame in a mothers eyes,
Her tears so scarce as her angel dies.
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There is a darkness within myself that i cannot see past or into. If i find a light within me i will grab ahold of it and venture into this darkness. Maybe i will find the source of the voices or finally see the faces that haunt my dreams. Then i will defeat these demons and send them back to the pits from which they came. But first i must find a light. If i do not, then darkness will be all that i am.
Gothic refers to a Romantic literary style which can include supernatural aspects, particularly vampires. This is because many of these stories are set in locales with Gothic architecture. Gothic literature shouldn't be confused with texts in the Gothic language, the earliest written Germanic language, which includes the Codex Argentius, a translation of parts of the New Testament.
GOTHICS ARE NOT DEVIL WORSHIPERS!
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~*~ QUESTIONS OF A BROKEN HEART~*~
How could I have thought that it was anything more than fake? And how could I just let myself be played? How could I mistake your words and somehow twist their meaning? How could you make me cry when its only been a day? How(?), when I promised to never feel this way? How could I be so gullible as to think that this was finally real? Why?
Why am I so gullible? Why does it always end up like this? Why do I feel like the jerk? Why does it always happen to me? Why? Why do I still call to talk to you? What?
What do I expect you to say? What makes you so attractive to me? What makes me repulsive to you? What do you hold against me that keeps your feelings for me from growing? What? What did I do this time? When?
When did I hurt you so bad, that made it ok for you to hurt me? When did I become the joke, that you can laugh at into the night? When? When did I lett myself become so fake? How? Why?
Why am I so fake?
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Wheres the justice? Wheres the peace?
Wheres salvation? Wheres my ease?
How to Cope? How to stay sane?
Where do I go to relax this pain?
This Indigo is fighting, fighting with all her might,
I fear I have no hope, and I can't give up on what is right.
I may be wrong, but only without another option,
I walk a clear path one full of caution,
but danger lurks ahead of me, trapping me in every direction.
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I could have sworn you said you loved me,
Words, a whisper from the past tries to bind me,
Wise you were yet blemished, little beauty did you hold,
You were sheltered like a butterfly, before it escapes its cucoon mold,
And somehow I let you go,
Unaware of your beauty, a side of you I didn't know,
Late you were to bloom, now beauty around you radiates and softly flows,
I could kick myself, before you were just the lilly among the rose,
Now with beauty like an orchid never fading, never dying with time,
If only I had been the one to hold you, then I could have made you mine,
But I hated how you looked, I hated how you were,
I hated how you felt, I even hated how you hurt,
You might think of this a plea to have you back, maybe at once it was,
But you went through too much pain, and I know that I was the cause,
Back then I was like a hawk, my words cut through you tore you, as if they were my beak,
Even now I know how much I hurt you, as I watch the tears flow down your cheek,
I lift my finger tips to touch yours,
And all I feel is cold glass, I should have known ofcourse,
Not even my own mirrored reflection wants me,
So alone, tormented, tortured shal I be,
All alone to stare at a broken reflection,
So lost to the world, I lost all connection,
I never thought of myself richly, not a beauty, nor refined,
I thought I was the unlucky soldier, the only woman left behind,
Though I won a few good battles, it never changed the way I felt,
Eventually I lost the war, this war against myself,
I always said I'd rather die than to spend my life alone,
I know I've been alone, emptiness is all I've ever known,
As I sit and prepare to stare again I see as salty tears stain my face,
All in all I'm done, I'm over, quiting this neverending race.
