Dark Whispers

Time for another Dark Whispers to collect the various shorter articles we’ve received. Inside, ‘lookinlisteninwaitin’ and ‘Damen_Vampire’ share some thoughts and words with us. — Sire

lookinlisteninwaitin writes:

As we sit here
We sit here as the world rots about us and I wonder often and often think that the world is gonna kill me and in a way it does slowly do just that… I often think and look to the arkane for chance to bring immortality into my grasp. But would my poor mortal brain hurt, could it handle the stress of the extended life? I don’t feel but, yet my mind trobs through its excitement. I search and step bare-foot into the flames.
Maybe i’ll get my wings singed… my halo dusty but will I change inside?

lookinlisteninwaitin writes:

Edges of Forever
I stand as many have before me. I’ve looked and lost and never found a thing. I stand and be living and still I keep breathing, striving for more and yet dening my soul immortality. The Gods wish to take me. Perhaps I’ve a death wish but, I and the world may never know. I hide till I change into a snake or such evil putrid sench that even can I smell my rotting soul and yet I stand at the edge again and again… I’m sloth in all it’s gory glory one of seven of the sins gods HATES and still standing on the edges of forever. Stop me, guide me! We call to each other across a great abyss. It is our destiny only ours…

Damen_Vampire writes:

Say what you please
Say what you please, for it shall not stop me.
Say what you please, for it can not get rid of me. I am here to stay and do as I please, for there is no reason for me to listen to you.

Shadow-of-Fate writes:

Lingers (Poem)
The yellow dog runs circles in a square

hard to understand if you weren’t there

listen to your self to see

if you talk to Insanity

talking to the clouds won’t help at all

they don’t listen but one day will fall

barking from a dog in the distance

maybe it’s lasie in need of assitance

but like all the rest we do ignor

it’s just another soul past out on the floor

laughing at the past with no regret

hoping with the future we’ll forget

leaving friends and leaving love

hiding in the shadows from clouds above

diging your own grave with your fingers

as the smell of your souls death still lingers

-1996