I don't know what to write.
I'm a human being, with life. I love to live it, that means doing anything/everything fun. I have been slowly, but steadily working on a science fiction/horror/adventure/action book entitled 'The Days of Damnation'. I do a lot of writing, poems, songs, etc. I also do a lot of work on Photoshop, Corel, Blender, as well as game design with Python22 and other things of that nature. I have manic depression, which explains the shift in themes of my poems/lyrics. I do tend to stick to the more darker, raw side of life, the side people seem to stay away from for fear of being labled a 'freak'. I have long brown hair and brown eyes. I listen to all metal music. I am a big metal head, I go to shows all of the time, I play in a band called Torment of Sin and 2 side/solo bands called 'Immaculate Deception' and 'Chrysalyde' uhhmm...I love arts, graphic design, pencil sketching, writing music. That's it I think.
Six days wrought a smoldering existence, the start of a tragedy
Genesis to Revelation, create a chaotic inharmonic malady
A strike at the tightly wound heartstrings, lacerated soul,
Are we all nothing but what we form as a whole?
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You live out your life like a normal human being, caring and kind
You find something good for you, impeccable, not a flaw to find
So you cherish and love it, care for it as if it were part of you
But you don’t know what’s around the corner, you’re flying blind
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Walk to the sun, my friend
For it shall never set on your side
And never bow your head
As the star will warm you inside
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Face to face, race to race, it's time to choose your place
Day to day, night to night pick your side, final fight
Eye to eye, neck and neck, brutalized in a spiritual wreck
Fist to fist, flesh to blight, this whole world is built out of spite
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Woke up midnight screaming in mid-sprint trying to escape the grasp of my own mind
Psychopathic thoughts whipping around me like a goddamn storm what the hell am I to do
About all of these thoughts and all of these ideas where to go? They are trying to find
Me like a goddamn animal I can’t control my own thoughts I am a victim of my own I.Q.
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