Beneath the iron skies they stand with blood-stained hands and shifting sand. A truth etched deep within their gaze, forgiveness is not the warrior's praise. Their blades sing songs of darkened lore, each stroke a vow, each fight a roar....

her friends tried to warn her they said he's no good the stories they tell   paint a picture of fire and brimstone   but the way he speaks is oh so sweet they would talk for hours they...

I write all the time frustrated at all the worlds cries sometimes I wish they'd all disappear then i think... damn I'm one of those fuckers maybe I've been too harsh too standoffish but trying is also a bitch...

Part 1The Realm of Realism (Life in a Tomb)The Path of Uncertainty         I know this path. This is a path that I’ve walked before. It’s a dark one with an indeterminate end. Me, myself and I...

Another opportunist for hire The cat with nine lives Constantly feeding on desire Somehow this rat thrives Cowards watch the slaughter Picks the bones find a gem Through shit infested water Without getting any on them    Right place...