In darkness my soul resides,
Homing for the path of light,
Admiring from afar,
A shine that might not truly possess.
Wondering adrift,
Through the blood tainted roads of existence,
With only my pressence to tend the wounds,
Wounds triggered by my lonesome self.
I have seen demons in my image,
I have heard them using my voice,
Until I no longer yearn living,
Until my soul have given up.
Most of these I have forgotten,
So I never slither again,
Into the thorn-filled aisles of my torrid past.
Still, these memories so hunt me,
Feeding on my spirit,
Corroding my thoughs.
Thus the lust for crimson has arisen,
To purge all sanity left in me,
To make me less of what I am,
And more of what I hate.
Current Residence: Lost on Hell`s Highway
Favourite genre of music: Any rock genre, rave and love the Dubstep
Favourite style of art: Dark Art
Operating System: XP sp 2
MP3 player of choice: Konig
Favourite cartoon character: The Grim Reaper
Personal Quote: Art is the only way to run away without leaving home