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...

Do you remember the days When you heard the radio play We are the world And  “One” on Bono’s tour   We just wanna have fun Was chased by I wanna dance with somebody Are those days done Hello anybody!   A Smooth Criminal was played all-day Now we have...

I bowed down to the demonOne too many timesWhat little soul I have leftseeps into the dead earth Blood trails of hopegathered in a shot glassto taint and warp Beauty is the deceiverand I love to be lied toStaring off into...