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UntitledThe crooked man sits, tearing his gums, picking his teeth, making malice with his laughter. The crooked man is not a pleasant man, nor in any sense a man beyond his anatomy. One day perhaps he’ll eat his words, choking on his lies. Until that day comes, he will bare his teeth at the little children, frightening them to death, and he shall laugh at the deaths for he is the nightmare. His crooked teeth match his crookedly demented mind, a dark reflection of a darker soul. Murk and blood drip from his fangs, making his words at the more virulent and despotic. His sardonic laughter is that of jackals, scratching down into the very soul. RagsUntitled
by ~Heradisis
Deus Ex Machina and TreemanYou wake from your comatose state in a daze. There is little to see here,Deus Ex Machina and Treeman
The ground is black and gritty,
The sky filled with dark clouds.
You are still walking your endless journey.
The smell of iron is thick in this place.
You look and see nothing but the blackness of the smoke. Doubt and confusion fill your heart As they so often do,
Stealing away your hope.
You hear many noises.
One is that of rolling thunder,
Like the clashing of great rams, The other, a scraping,
Whining, like a siren
You scrap
by ~Heradisis
Of FreedomIn this world I am a slave.Of Freedom
Shackled but bonds that no amount
Of strength can break.
My world was a birth trap. Since the moment of me First, long, drawn-out breath I have been stuck in this Spider’s web.
I Have been asleep
For all of my life. Blind to the world around me. Trapped inside
This prison.
From the moment of my birth They took my mouth and my Eyes. But there is something they cannot take.
Her voice sets me free. My chains remain but my mind is free. I can feel love, hope
by ~Heradisis
War.The snow is deep and the place is frigid. You look down on a field, Red is it’s colour.War.
In this place love once existed, A love that left it’s
Mark even when the lovers Were lost to each other.
The air smells of iron.
Tears were shed where you stand, Cries made out to mercy. No mercy.
The snow is deep. You feel a cold, but it comes not From the ice below you feet, Nor from the howling winds Upon you back.
Oh Abaddon , What evils have you wrought
In this place?
The monster ma
by ~Heradisis
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- Current Residence: Indianapolis
- Interests: FIlm, Music, Art, D&D, that kind of shit.
- Favourite movie: Se7en/ The Fountain
- Favourite band or musician: Tool
- Favourite genre of music: Mostly anything with talent.
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