for you

your twisted, evil, filled with hate always pushing my gothic faith i chose my path why can’t u grasp that

the grasp of hipochracy

as a youth in america you are subdood into thinking that christianity is the only plausable path.Why should that be ,it is just as rediculious to pray to a anglo-saxon slave laborer that was crucified as it is to pay omedge to a tree,a rock,or the air. religion is all about what comforts you so… Continue reading the grasp of hipochracy

Touched

Your gaze, your eyes run over me I feel it burning in to my skin. I feel the lust comeing from your body. You know how to wind your word in to my mind. You have the konwlege, the over powering gift of lies. You gain my trust whith the lies you tell. Your hand,… Continue reading Touched

Cursed Silver

The night is bitter with it’s cold, icy tenticles wend their way through you hair and burrow beneath the cloak you wear. Of course, you are impervious to the frozen grasp of winter, cold is just a memory to you. But memory has power none the less, and your body gives an instinctive shiver.