

Plea of BloodshedStrange how men treat War as a game, moving men on her field by the status of their name. The blood that spillsPlea of Bloodshed
is from children's veins; I shed the blood of my brother; I'm a reincarnation of Cain. What have we come to when I have to raise my gun to you? You, my fellow kin! Fighting our own flesh should be a sin! Hatred has us tight, that ignorant whore, we're all the same, we could not be so more. But don't fret my brothers, it'll be okay. We'll understand war is stupid-- hopefully, one day.


Beautiful DeathThe sleepy hills embrace the quiet flakes of snow. They are miniscule stars from the heavens above that commit their silent suicide to captivate the many canabalistic children who stand await outside with their mouths gaping, just hoping to get a taste of a snowflake's tender flesh. And we never know, never pity the life of a small snowflake, for we are too intelligent in brain to understand in heart the pain of nature.Beautiful Death


So Much For LoveNot even the clearest of waters could reflect how much I loved you; you don't understand how many timesSo Much For Love
I almost drowned in those waters, staring at our love.
If the sun exploded I'd gladly go down again as a burning, passionate mass of human sacrifice.
Cold-hot ice from the silent, artic desert would have never extinguished the fire that was eternally a light in my soul for you.
No one could have wanted you as much as I did.
No one could have loved you as much as I did.
No one in that world wou


I Mutate To The AnimalHis breath turned rancid in the air before him. His breath hastened with each quickened heart beat. He could smell-- he could taste --the small-stature girl in front of him as his bones began to splinter under his flesh. The vast, luminous moon called to him, filled him with a longing, an ecstasy that he had not felt in an eternity, it seemed. He could feel his skin skew outwards, his bones jutting forth in directions that resembled a wolf rather than the man he was. He groaned, but it erupted from his throat as a snarl, ending with a pitch of human agony. He reached for the moon that hung above him with his massive doggish claws as if he werI Mutate To The Animal
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Taking a peek at random Deviants
And found You !
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Mr. Brightside
=Dark-Arts-Asylum Room 110 ~The-Dark-Arts ~Manipulators
Take the Red Pill [link]
Take the Blue Pill [link]
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And I will whisper
The last words you'll hear.
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Oppression, quiet and Repressed
Swept under the seams
the bed of the acquiesced
where we sleep, insomniac dreams
Well only want to say to you - You have realy beautiful eyes [link]
Why don´t upload Pics of you here in your gallery?
Have a nice Day!
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