GirielGhastlyWarrior

"Rise and give praise in front of Me And receive eternal life from Me! Welcome my spirit in honour of Me! So drink of the blood I provide you And you shall all forever wander in The shadows of death!"

Break open a cherry tree and there are no flowers, but the spring breeze brings forth myriad blossoms.
You hide your emotion sometimes. You are a moon type of person. You tend to be the quiet type or in contrast, you are not happy but sometimes you act it out in order for you to not burden your friends with your problems. You've faced some problems in your life. Your heart has been dealt blows before. You tend to think about things a lot more than other people, and you may get annoyed with people who act out without thinking about consequences. You are also the type of person that others often come to with their problems because you've been through plenty, and you are very understanding. Though you sometimes feel lonely, your demeanor is usually chill, and relaxed. You usually are logical, and rely a lot on facts and information on decisions. You often keep things to yourself. This is just one side of you, and you have different faces in different situations and environments, just like the moon has phases.

Angel Wings fell off. Down in a mad house of a life with the crazy, monstrous clowns surrounding me on every side; Just waiting to fall to pieces. Can't get accepted anywhere. A Freak, an unlovable "Saint" just waiting for the retribution of a thousand lies building up inside. Sweet sorrow, my only friend. Even thou canst knoweth my pain... Sitting in my dark corner, watching the feathers fall around me from the wings That were once mine; From when I was just another naive, innocent idealist so arrogant of the suffering in the world below. If this place was once paradise, that notion has long since shrivelled up and died ALONG with my heart... But, then, what was the purpose of the effort I sustained to keep my brick wall of arrogance strong? If I haven't the heart for it anymore. A life that curves around every corner of the labyrinth of deep sorrows and finds more with each damned step that could dishearten the most positive angel...

If I have no chance to win this game, then throw me the die and I shall place another bet. This is the end of the line. As the piece moves slowly around the corners, blindly searching for hope only the eyes who's sight is severely and selectively lacking (and who's prosperity is so sorrowfully lacking) can see and in each new space, each new step through this labyrinth, sees demons and monsters on every side with unfortunate mind's eyes... The saga of my life here, written out in unenviable prose for the most arrogant, insatiable eyes to feast upon and take from it the small token that they have yet to know the point of life's game, as I now do. People are not placed upon the labyrinth to see it to the end, but, to run around aimlessly and find suffering around every corner. Once this becomes too much, their lives are burnt out like a flame to a candle, as their inner passionate motives and sustainability is snuffed out indefinitely and any optimism goes up in sacrilegious smoke.


Come on, then. My lord fate, click thy lighter and wilt away all hopes and dreams with the flame of our misfortune and fruitless, malevolent endeavours so dangerous to our familair and kindred that we may scavenge around desperately on the floors of the past searching out our lost hearts and buried souls (akin to the plague rats of old) as unbeknownst to us, they wisped away with the optimism that is so sorely missed by the still determined possessor of such precious and false, desultory naivety. Watching as the earth spins round and invisibly out of control, listening to heaven in chaos and knowing hell is others, hell is always others, if only to be laughed at as a coping mechanism, to encourage survival at all costs, through the desolation of this no man's land. Want to know what really pisses me off? Society Today. Belligerent, Wastes of space, most of them. The only things that are seen as respectful by most of them, are swearing, insulting others and dirty jokes. What kind of society is this? Do we really want our kids to grow up living around muggers, vandals and for search of a better word, chavs? Or if you can't finish half your sentence because suddenly it's a "Dirty innuendo?" The society we live in today, the society that turned the perfectly natural act of swallowing into an inanely "Dirty" prospect? Whatever happened to good old loving relationships, where they weren't instigated for sex purposes? Every day I resent the fact that the human race is one of only two races who have sexual intercourse for enjoyment. Imagine what relationsips would be like then and compare it to now, if we had no enjoyment out of sexual intercourse, if, like for most animals, it was a necessary chore. They Would WORK. It's Cold hard fact.
(Want to remark about the "innuendo" there, or want to rise above it?) Yes, It's true that I have almost no respect for a good, high percentage of this race. The ones that turn everyday into living hell for some people just for being different, the ones that are so insecure about themselves, they take it out on other people. But, then, seeing them suffer from the same thing, wouldn't seeing that just remind you of what was making you insecure in the first place? I do not understand it myself. How we've come to separate ourselves from animals, to think we're better than them and to name them as primitive, I do not know. It's obvious we did not come this far just from positive thoughts and emotions. Technological advancements were achieved from fear and hatred for anything different from ourselves. We've come to a stage where the planet's existence stands in the hands of the one person who would stand to protect it and would probably end up in a mental asylum or dead then and there. If this world is going to fall into destruction and the forests and lakes etcetera are going to be drained, destroyed then we are no better than animals. I would rather be an animal, than live embarassed as a member of the race whose name I do not dirty my tongue with. Also, how can we say we're different from common dogs, if we pay the footballers who play with balls (Yes, I said it.) more than those who try to protect us. Though, I do consider it lunacy starting wars in the first place.

Stewardism? Damn. This world IS DAMNED.

"If A God Of Love And Life Ever Did Exist, He Is Long Since Dead.
Someone, Something... Rules In His Place."

Current Residence: St. Austell!
Favourite genre of music: Metal, Darkwave.
Favourite style of art: Gothic Subculture.
Personal Quote: How Can I Live Without The Ones I Love? Time Still Turns The Pages Of The Book That's Burned.