The One

She is innocent. But how are they to know? of the ones she’s taken? of the blood she’s shed, and the fear she’s brought? How are they to hear with deaf ears? the wolf that howls the wind that whispers How are they to see with blind eyes? the coldness that consumes the darkness within… Continue reading The One

dilemma … of my life….

Darkness!! the constant copanian on journey of my ilfe… By nature i’m not a “gothic” as others might define but somany times i have urges that turns me into that pure beast, which is as connected to darkness and pain-death as to spikes and heavy metal… but in normality i find my self standing before… Continue reading dilemma … of my life….