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I could feel someone wipe away my silent tears and leave the place saying,"I will liberate you soon for I am the liberator Death"...
A being with a mind of two. The price of having two for one. One sweet caring,playful, the other sicking and twisted, dark and has the urge to kill. Do not mistake this me for a push over, I might be small,I might be sweet and caring but do not mistake that as a weakness.
My mental state is stable but I do have another side, who the doesn't?, at times it tugs,First sign a smirk or a grin as I'm not known to just grin or smirk but smile. Picture if you will, a small girl with blood upon her face with a huge grin as her eyes are locked on yours. Yes that side of me is just as dark as a demon's laugh.
How delicious how delightful the sins,She must taste.Making you pay, For the time is now,For your debt to be paid in full.Poison flowing through the veins of the guilty.Innocence does not exist in this world.
The monster will make you pay with your blood.Oh how delightful,Oh how so sinfully evil this girl is..
Do not be fooled with the entrance as it's something to get your attention, or something that will make you wonder just how the being is within this world, or the person that is typing this up, just how are they? Well take the time to take the dance, to play the game and come to play..let your mind wonder and tug let it run free and see just how much of this being you can truly see.
Sangre Seres De Lusting. The name alone is something alluring, it's a coven where things are real, a coven where people stick together. A Coven that stands by it's name. The bond and the closeness we all hold in this coven is something you won't find anywhere else. There is a thing called Respect,something most do not know of but we do. Loyalty something that is thick something that is strong,something that is always there and thick like family blood. Honor a thing that makes this coven stronger then most, it's something we all stick together with.
This coven is my home, this coven is something special to me. The people in this coven are my friends, they are there when I need someone as I am there for them. We are a family we are there for one another and always will be. We are strong and we keep our heads up no matter what. We stick with one another like glue and fight like feral's when needed. Don't disrespect my family as well I WILL stand up for them no matter what.
Lucious ruby red lips
Touch my neck from tip to tip
Pearly white fangs they comfort my sorrow
For I will live forever, and I will borrow
Your sentiment darkness through the light I shall
Be given eternal nesting and a place called home.
Forgive me of my words
But I hate you for what you have done
Even when I move from place to place
I still cant find myself, in all this space
Silence, what What a beautiful word. It's something many do not like, but it's something many love. But the question is, what really makes silence the one noise louder than the rest? It's simple, with silence there is so much that can be heard, no matter where you are, there is a noise, there is something to be heard. Sitting in a dark room you hear what is within the walls, you hear the smallest of things move, even hear the walls breathing but yet they do not speak. Each breath you take you can hear your own muscles stretching to become active, and relax after that breath was taken. Silence is powerful if you think about it, and if you can handle being in silence you can hear a lot more than anyone else.
Take the time and sit in a silent room, listen to everything even to your own heart and mind, even your soul if you listen closely. But don't be afraid of the silence, or don't be afraid of a room being silent. There is a reason for everything and to me,I believe it's worth sitting in a room or a place where there is no noise, only the naturalness of what you hear around you. The breathing of the ceiling, the walls, the floor, each step you take listen to your footfalls, listen to the movement of your clothing, your hair. No matter what there is no such thing as Silence, but only to those that fall on things with deaf ears.
Life Upon this word you may think you know what it means fully,but really when someone ask you about life most will reply with something simple, life is what you are doing now,life is what you do on an every day thing. No Life is what allows you to walk, breathe, carry on in the world. without life you would not be able to do things. Life is what pulses through your veins and pushes your heart to pump to keep your life going, to keep yourself going, to keep what you have breathing and beating. Life is something special that so many take for granted and yet most tend to believe or say they welcome death. Do not be fooled by a few things, do not mistake life as something you can just use than throw away, because if you make the threat of throwing life away, life will throw you away first.
Death. Hmm interesting word, I find it rather soothing when it rolls off the tongue, but if you really think about it, death is not as bad as people make it out to be, death is just another step to live another life, death is just the end of the line of the current life you are living at the moment, but yet so many fear death, No don't fear it. It's just a step to move onto another life that is already waiting, when death comes about, all it is,is the body moving on that's all. I believe that anyways, I do not believe death is something that should be feared. I find death beautiful due to the fact your number or name as been called to move up and into a better life you were living at the time.
O, Death
O, Death
Won't you spare me over til another year
Well what is this that I can't see
With ice cold hands takin' hold of me
Well I am death, none can excel
I'll open the door to heaven or hell
Whoa, death someone would pray.
Could you wait to call me another day
The children prayed, the preacher preached
Time and mercy is out of your reach
I'll fix your feet til you cant walk
I'll lock your jaw til you cant talk
I'll close your eyes so you can't see.
This very hour, come and go with me
I'm death I come to take the soul
Leave the body and leave it cold
To draw up the flesh off of the frame
Dirt and worm both have a claim.
O, Death
O, Death
Won't you spare me over til another year
My mother came to my bed
Placed a cold towel upon my head
My head is warm my feet are cold
Death is a-movin upon my soul
Oh, death how you're treatin' me
You've close my eyes so I can't see.
Well you're hurtin' my body
You make me cold
You run my life right outta my soul
Oh death please consider my age
Please don't take me at this stage
My wealth is all at your command
If you will move your icy hand.
Oh the young, the rich or poor
Hunger like me you know
No wealth, no ruin, no silver no gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soul.
O, death
O, death
Wont you spare me over til another year
Wont you spare me over til another year
Wont you spare me over til another year
The Violin. Something that holds more soul and life to it than any other instrument you will every come upon, Granted there is a lot of others that are soothing but yet the violin is something that causes the heart to sore the soul to sing and jump, but yet it is able to tug upon the emotions of ones well being. Strings of music plucked taunted and teased to be played upon the ears of those near or far, the far cries of the violin reaching out to be touched..to be tasted if anyone is willing to take that chance. Do not be fooled as this is something no so simple to play but something that has to have the depth of your own heart and soul to play.
Every string holds something magical..something special something deep something that makes you weep or makes you smile,something that makes you quiver and gasp but yet you struggle to figure out the sweet song of the strings the mysteriousness that is hidden in each one but only comes to life when touched with a feather like touch, with fingers of flames and words whispered from the lips. If you struggle to know to much of the great instrument,the violin..than you may bever know the truth of it, let the strings tug at you and make you see what is there, let them tug and pull your through enough for you to taste what is real and what is the purest of the heart when it comes to something that makes beautiful music.
