

October brings a bloody windI took a walk this morning and the cold October breeze cut through my hoodie like a knife; chilling my skin and making me shudder. The wind carried a coppery scent and I wondered who's blood I was smelling; The dying leaves falling from the trees to signal the death of warmth and summer sun, or the trickles of blood that still seep my from my faintly beating and cracked heart.October brings a bloody wind
The smell of blood on the sharp wind is oddly comforting to me; It's something I can understand. Death of season, Death of emotion.


Doll.Jewels glitter around her broken neck in the pouring rainDoll.
and her last dying breath is stolen from her bloody lips by a cold and unforgiving wind that howls laughter in her ears and plays with her matted hair in mock comfort as glassy eyes stare dully at the dark September skies and autumn leaves dyed crimson dance over mangled limbs long grown cold as the distant stars that she'll never wish upon again.
Broken bones and torn flesh wrapped in crimson stained silk and black ribbons make a pretty picture and the shadows dance and call her name from the dark beyond the flickering candles as


Beneath the Demon MoonWell we’re playing with fire beneath the Demon Moon; Our glittering hearts of glass snared by shadow stalkers while our painful smiles reflect firefly flashes, illuminated underneath the Skeleton Moon.Beneath the Demon Moon
”Hello, Hello? Are you there?” Pale fingers crawl like spiders over plastic and glass; Pushing, pulling, leading toward sinister shadows beneath the Demon Moon.
”I’ve always been here; Waiting for you.” Smiles contort to silent screams; Blood flowers bloom as white flesh cracks and tears; Glowing bright as jewels beneath the Skeleton Moon. &nb
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I'm Mihn T in DA\'s Paper Mario 1 Crew!
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We are all connected; to each other, biologically. To the earth, chemically. To the rest of the universe atomically -Neil deGrasse Tyson
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~~. Red days and burning might bleed til the faceless die. Oh, Lover I am lonely, Were you holding hands when my wrists bled?
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"He who works with his hands is a labourer.
He who works with his hands and mind is a craftsman.
He who works with his hands mind and heart, is an artist."
-Cal aka The Green Man Himself
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~~. Red days and burning might bleed til the faceless die. Oh, Lover I am lonely, Were you holding hands when my wrists bled?
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no one will remember you for your secret thoughts...
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~~. Red days and burning might bleed til the faceless die. Oh, Lover I am lonely, Were you holding hands when my wrists bled?
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- Megzie -
Music Geek
~~The Weekly Fanart Challenge~~
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~~. Red days and burning might bleed til the faceless die. Oh, Lover I am lonely, Were you holding hands when my wrists bled?
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|| Come to the dark side - We have cookies~ ||
Ein Genie ohne Knall ist wie ein Frühling ohne Blumen
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