Gladiator
The crowd hushed as he stepped out into the arena, his golden armor glistening softly in the harsh sunlight. This being bred for destruction, this beast with no name; a killer of its kin and slaughterer of its fellows. Undeserving of a name, of any form of identity or self. This beast, this murderer. Their idol.
The crowd roared as he stepped out. Their Hero, their gladiator, the man who killed for their enjoyment. He stood there silently, enduring the waves of adoration. He grimaced as he watched them in their hideous masses. He hated them, the fools who ripped away everything that he was, every shred, and made him kill for their
The Final Breath
The candle drew its final breath,
it had wept itself to death.
its damnable existance,
had only drawn resistance.
it learned to regret,
the life it just couldn\'t accept.
its life to short,
death its final resort.
the candle drew its final breath,
it had wept itself to death.
Inside Pale Blue Eyes... by freak-in-fection, literature
Literature
Inside Pale Blue Eyes...
Inside Pale Blue Eyes
A Twisted Soul Abides,
A Shattered Mind,
A Gapping Whole.
Usless Thought,
Abiding Rot,
Forever Ending,
Death Pending.
Behind A Withered Face,
Wrinkled by Time,
Plundered By Hate,
A Tired Soul Awaits Its Fate.
Usless Thought,
Abiding Rot,
Forever Ending,
Death Still Pending.
Behind a Withered Face,
Inside Pale Blue Eyes,
A Withered Soul,
A Gapping Whole.
Unending Pain,
Unbending Hope,
Strength Pretending,
Death Rending.
A Useless Life,
Bound in Strife,
A Sharp Knife,
Death Unending.
A Single Rose
Hold Me Close,
The End is Near.
For Me A Single Rose,
And A Single Tear.
Dont You Weep,
And Don't You Fear.
Life is Cheap,
Its Never Clear.
What Ive Done,
Wont Go Away.
My Love Was True,
But Death Does Sway.
If I Could Right,
All My Wrongs,
Just One Night,
Where We Belong.
Remember Me,
When I am Gone,
My Silent Plea,
An Endless Dawn.
So Hold Me Close,
Death is Here.
For Me a Single Rose,
And a Single Tear.
Glistening amber light,
filtered through mellow august leaves,
day slowly turns to night,
the lush forest gently breathes.
Strands of silver thread,
cast down from the moon above,
light the world below,
as though with tender love.
A whispering of water,
in a stream so clean and pure,
glistens in the night,
forever to endure.
Here softly in your arms,
The whole empty world seems so distant,
Lost in your gentle charms,
Making an eternity of an instant...
It's when we are together like this,
Our two souls locked in a passionate kiss,
I glimpse what true heaven really is,
Dizzy in this sweet and simple bliss...
Tears falling as I hold you,
I can't help but feel afraid;
Moments like this are too few,
And your love for me will fade...
But even if this love is fleeting,
I'm still willing to take the chance,
Even if I find my self repeating,
Another self-involved romance...
So as I lie beside you,
Silently I pray,
I only wish that you knew,
Ho
You close your eyes
As you look away
Fed me all your lies
Said that you couldn't stay
Despite how hard I tried
It's too little too late
After all those times I've cried
I'm just to full of hate
Now here I stand before you
Dressed in my blood stained rags
I know that I abhore you
And I'm packing all my bags
So even though I'm leaving
You won't shed a single tear
My broken heart is bleeding
But I've got nothing left to fear.
The world just seems so distant,
Its cold, and withering away,
And this pain, it is persistant,
My tattered soul is on display...
My innocence is tainted,
And my memories, they fade...
My smile, how its painted,
Another part of my perfect masquerade...
Now here I stand berfore you,
All my lies are laid to waste,
And all those things I thought I knew,
Seem to have been displaced...
So despite all of my screaming,
Or inspite of all my pain,
Your presence is demeaning,
And its driving me insane...
Current Residence: Portland, Oregon Favourite style of art: Everything... Lines and Color grab my attention quicker then anything else though... =P Personal Quote: "What is Must Be Destroyed, To Make Way for What WILL Be"
Favourite Writers
H. P. Lovecraft
Tools of the Trade
A Kodak Z650, a bootleg copy of Photoshop 5.5, and a nice sense of purpose...
Other Interests
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So a quckie...
I'll call it "things that are bugging me, currently, and not in the past tense." Because I love playing around with grammatical format... (this is inspired by books like 'hitchhikers guide to the galaxy)
First, it really, really irritates me when total strangers talk shit about me without even PAUSING in their self-righteous delusions to figure me out. I'm not talking about people making broad, grandiose generalizations...
I'm literally talking about people to whom I am an utter stranger, who upon hearing or reading a simple phrase such as 'I am an atheist,' will automatically stereotype me and file me under one of those all
Halo 3 is consuming my life... I fear for the day that starcraft 2 is released... I may never see the light of day again...
Several new posts, as you probably already noticed...
Anyway... more to come... Just as soon as i finish another round of halo fucking 3... *laughs*
o.O Visit Weed, California? O.o Im proud of you, getting your own place, *teary eyes* But financially, im in the shitter right now... (14 hour work weeks? Thanks Uncle Sam.) So tell you what, Ill save up a little moolah, (or ill rob another 711 dressed in a gorilla suit) and ill get back to you... First... I have to register my car... Yaaaay... n.n