The mirror

Into the mirror I look Trying to catch a glimpse of what I used to be Though it may be of no use to me Into the mirror I look

“A Close Encounter”

The night is young and full of curiosity, in an alley you appear to be in, strolling along to your nightly duties, but you feel a great presence lurking close by, you feel other steps beneath your feet, you whip around, no one in sight, still you feel someone is there, you feel it breathing… Continue reading “A Close Encounter”

just a thought to ponder

im a younger generation ‘goth/metalhead’, and i suppose going by what i have read on this site that im a subject to ridicule for being a ‘poser’, but i dont see how people can label others as this without even knowing them and getting that small glimpse into their mind and soul.