"Images of innocence charge him go on -
But the decadence of history is looking for a pawn -
To a nightmare of knowledge he opens up the gate -
And a blinding revelation is laid upon his plate -
That beneath the greatest love is a hurricane of hate -
And God help the critic of the dawn." - CRUCIFIXION by Phil Ochs
Everything Worth Living For Is Gone.
There is no longer an explanation for my Existence.
Yet I Remain.
Why?
CowarDICE or CouRAGE -
Faith or Fate?
Favorite Books:
The Book Of The Dead
What I Like To Do For Fun:
I Gather Darkness to Please Me
Favorite Songs:
Favorite Movies:
Craziest Thing I've Ever Done:
Fell in Love w/ a Cam Girl
If I Could Be Anywhere Right Now:
Eternity's Slumber
Hobbies:
who are we?
why are we?
what are we doing here?
why endure?
we are diseased.
every day closer to death - our only true salvation.
"enjoy every moment"? what for?
force the issue and meet that salvation? head on, with no apologies? no regrets?
or just...forget. block it all out. go forward.
into the abyss.
a dark emptiness surrounds my every thought,
my every waking hour.
i cant forget.
i cant endure.
i am no more,
because i never was.
if life is a dream, then when do I wake up?
and what will I know when I do?
more darkness?
more emptiness?
who the fuck are we?
what are we meant to be?
A Whisper On The Wind
Talents:
Bloodletting
Perfect Mate:
Perfection is Not apart of The Equation.
Only thing that Matters is...
Unconditional Surrender