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There's one difference between him and me....I won't hesitate to kill!
I am a freak....Said that no one will ever love me.....Everyone has told me this...Girls scream when they see me....For the WRONG reason....They call me a fucking monster... They were right all along....I stand at 6" with Long red hair..... I've been told its strawberry blonde....I am unsure..... I am a wednesday's child. Thus I am a woeful soul
Read my journal if you wish to see my painful and near death experiences.....
I have been feared by many people. I guess the Feared life without being what I want to be isn't SO bad >:D.
***What interests me***
Well...I am a bit of a dark magic fanatic. But the MORTAL thing I prefer to do is play online games. I like 'em all :P
I...have lost her...Or perhaps she walked away from me...It matters not...The demons are returned...Their painful lashes are my medicine....
I am also a lover of football...(NOT U.S FOOTBALL) I play it all the time and I've got more than sufficient wounds on me at the moment proving so...It's rough and people ALWAYS get hurt playing it....So its MY kinda game.
Here's a short and dark poem by my favourite poet Jason Paul Fox:
Nocturne 1--
The dead horizon diluted
the horizon to yellow.
I was on my way
to an unfamiliar home.
The neighbor's flowers
stank of decaying angels.
Somewhere a canine
howl pierced the silence.
Everything was changed
by the darkness, and I lost
my way. I wanted
to feed the dog some flowers.
The dome of stars touched
the valley's western side
when I found my new porch
where the dog sang a requiem
for the slowly falling petals,
his hackles raised.
And here's a poem of my own i've been working on:
I've never worked on the poetic side of me. It just formed in my mind out of nowhere. Perhaps it was meant to be.
Shade---
A shade
Something that is wide-spreadly feared by men
Something that barely refuses to simply fade
Yet they have nowhere to call a den
They haunt the very ground they tread
Spreading mystery, wonder and fear along the way
And can cause great paranoia in one's head
A mear thaught has sent the meddling mind or two into dissarray
Leaving their victims a mumbling mess
Without ever meaning to do so
Searching for a place to end their endless stress
Living another life full of woe
Will they ever end their wander?
One of a thousand lifetimes
One who many consider a blunder
And with which, I END my rhymes!
If you wish to read these again..Or the others I have made....Then search the depths of my journal.....
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Hideously ugly, you belong to the clan of Nosferatu. You keep to yourself because people don't want to be around your stench and ugliness. You are really the cursed of the damned. Usually Nosferatu in life are those who are too vain so must be punished for eternity for being horribly ugly. Perhaps you want people around, but no one wants you around. ----------------------------------------- What Red vs Blue Charecter are you? -------------------------------------- What Vampire Clan Do You Belong To? |
You are a maniac
killer.
It doesn't matter who they are and what they
have or haven't done. You still want to kill
them. And for a simple reason only; it's fun.
Seeing people in pain is like ecstasy. Maybe
you have some sort of mental problems or you
are this way because of previous deep scars,
only you know. But now you are sadistic and
maybe you only like to see a special group of
people be in pain (e.g. preps). However you are
not the most social person in the bunch and
people think you are weird. That bothers you
somewhat but atleast you can entertain yourself
with daydreaming about killing them. After all,
they have no idea what's coming.
Main weapon: Explosives and torture
equpiment
Quote: "Insanity: a perfect
rational adjustment to an insane world" -
R.D. Lang
Facial expression: Wicked smile
Member Since: | Apr 14, 2005 |
Last Login: | Dec 31, 2009 |
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