This one is going to say that he is more of a "Werewolf" than a Vamp. Or maybe a mix? lol. In this realm. I go by the name Taran' Mal. I am better known by the name Nightwolf. After wondering the abyssed wasteland known as the World Wide Web, I decided to travel to a place a great friend of mine endulged me about. "Vampire Rave". You may know him as "vampiricassasin". A worthy alliance and even greater Assasin.
Yeah, anyways. Sometimes in life you are forced to make a decision. Maybe one you should've made before. And sometimes that takes a toll on you and even the wanting to end your own life would not take the pain away. So then you go back to the process of "finding yourself". Pretty much you have to take a time out, step back, and grow up a little more again. Hard lessons learned early are probably better for our tainted, dark, ghastly, hurt, sexed out souls, than to have to learn a lesson later on and feel it's all to late.
Trying to put together a band at the moment. Not having much luck because there arn't alot of people who play what I like to play and those who did have moved into another direction. I play guitar and have a B.C. Rich Revenge Warlock and a Rogue 7-string. No i don't only play "Nü Metal". It is hard to create an original sound within Rock or any other genre'. But I will get there. Or at least it will sound like me. Or us, whichever takes effect first.
Name: Anthony Antram (Nightwolf)
Age: 22
Birthdate: March 29th, 1984
Birthplace: Sunnyside, Washington U.S.A.
Zodiac Sign: Aries
Favorite Flower: Lotus
Favorite Color: Blue/Black
Deviant things: Thats for me to know and for you to find out....the hard way...
You are: Straight
Religion: Consider myself Pagan by general terms
Education: G.E.D. (getting ready for college)
Occupation: shut up...
Race: Mixed (Irish, Scottish, Cherokee, French, German, English, Dutch, Weltch, Norwegian etc...)
Height: 6'
Weight: 180
Hair: Dark Brown (sometimes black)
Eyes: Hazel (but they shade sometimes)
Nature (you have a problem? Hahaha.)
Music (all sorts of Rock/Metal, Classical, Celtic, ect...)
History (mainly early Christian, Pagan times)
Pagans (duh)
Wolves
Ravens
Moon
Huskies/ Rotts
Edgar Allan Poe
Funny people
Epic Moment Seizing (come on, you know it's all fun)
Wrestling (and if you don't like it, tough luck haha!)
Please, stalk me ;)
Please, let me stalk you...
My secret...
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Liars
Cheaters
Theifs
Um....to many things
Fuck it...
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Stilleto
so malevolent
the hunger wanes for another
elegance neverending
the sweetness always embracing
so infatuating
disturbed to grasp this haze
freeing the abrade
undenying, sulking
the nature this bestows
plentyfull of the vial seduction
luring you back to your first sense
so cold, the wait, it yearns for my flesh
oh, how sweet you taste
so obsessed
twinging to secede you
selling every impudence, yet so protective
so discrete, yet so collective
a stream of life incisive to bare subsist
a winter of discontent no longer exists
so simple, yet cunning
I tap this finger to realize my devotion
these eyes relish the edge
oh, a crimson reflection
a tongue, so lashing, so perceptive
this lament adjustive
I have a perfected tribulation
whisperer of imminent sincerity
liberate my facsination
as it coagulates
......©Anthony Antram 2006 all rights reserved......
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sympathy
'Tis strange that death should sing
I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan
Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death
And from the organ-pipe of failty sings
His soul and body to their lasting rest
this is...sympathy...
between my feet lay your hands arest
this battle for your forgivness
it makes me sick,
makes me want to puke on you
give me the strength to mutilate you
run and hide, so I can, hunt you down
the installed terror building, holding down
and the shadow leaks
from the pool of discontent
that's so precious to him
to me it's nothing
this is...sympathy...
all I can offer, it's all I can give
you must die, but you want to live
to look in me is sure suicide
chanting eternity resting inside
i'll lose all if I have to, just to maim
my hands will caress your flesh,
if I have to scream
stigmatas abound stuck in my fucking temples
typical of self, to crack under pressure
this is...sympathy...
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(these poems are from my soul and no one elses) (all presentation of poems not complete)
**Under Creation**
