I'm nothing more then a killer in my head. i guess that leaves my hands clean

o faithful blog, I'm amiss, like I'm can't walk but i am somehow am, my oneiric life, where nothing makes sense, I've falling in the rabbit hole and yet cant remember falling, shes followed,

November

i had a dream, weird it was, a girl that has plague changed into the girl at school and then into the girl that amazes me. cant tell you what i did to them

cut me, and show me, and enter me, send me to Charon with no pay, sit with me by the shores of the Styx, we'll see many a foe and many a friend, for the 100 years we'll pay

the water is cool and refreshing, and it cleans the blood from my hair, the plain refreshing taste, such a sharp contrast to the blood I've gorged in.

'why do i do this' the thought revolves around my head, least i know an answer, i do this because it makes me young again, the power that comes with it, knowing that I've bettered the challenger. if only you knew the power that comes with it.

there is a cry in the darkness, yet no-one hears it, and that's the way she wanted it, she thought it would save face. but really, shame has swelled inside of her, she blames herself when its the other cats fault, but now she needn't worry, the wolf is hungry, and a scent is strong.

uummmm- fresh blood never felt so sweet, a pool at my feet, it shows the true colour of my reflection. wonderful contortions

the wolf smiles as best as a wolf does, then selects a mask from the ancient galleries, and places it on his face as a lover would place their hand on true loves breast. gently

life's too hard to tell if you've won or lost, so it's best just to keep your head down and try and beat the barrage of shit.

i realise that you can get everything in life with money, but to do so will corrupt it's very essence, i got everything i want, except this one thing, something small and insignificant to you, but everything to me.

it takes my whole day, hungrily consuming the hours, a plague if you will, upon the brain, what to do. tut tut

to walk in the sunlight of a new day
to feel the fresh wind from the east
to smell the pungent scent of flowers in bloom
is to be in heaven,such is the comedy

to bravely go where no man has went before

i want to be apart of this world that i haven't been in, but i lack knowledge on how to properly to conduct oneself

passion

nothing compares
when i oft' stare
at big brown eyes
feelings don't lie
love's in the air