Lunacy RantThey say I'm a mad man, a psycho, a lunatic. But what if I'm the only sane one alive? We are all crazy, some of us are just better at hiding it than others. If you wear bright cheer colors all day, but are constantly thinking in the dark, back parts of your mind that you are ugly and subpar does that make you any more sane than those who speak their mind for everyone to hear and care not what the passer-by thinks; even though their choice in fashion and hair style my be slightly outside the norm? What happens when all the sane go mad and the only people left holding the reins of this world are the oLunacy Rant
A Bubbling SoreThe wind whistles about the grassy trunks of the trees. Not an animal stirs nor another sound is uttered. Amidst the circle of trees a pool of blood bubbles up from the ground; as if it were a spring. The pool grows and grows, lapping at the trunks of the oak, the pine, the birch, staining their boss covered bark a brilliant scarlet. The waves grow stronger as the pool grows, now the spring has become a geyser, spewing forth colts and gore as if the wood sat atop an aquifer of horror. The geyser explodes with a violent storm, shaking and cracking the earth and raining down droplets of bloA Bubbling Sore
Darkness PersonifiedDarkness PersonifiedDarkness Personified
Black pit darkness personified Evil scurries around on the floor
Hatred walks in the shadows Betrayal is lurking around
The carrion feeders circle above Light is nonexistent Purity a joke
And good heartedness a laughing stock All that is left is the night And as the monsters gather
And all the vats of Hades open to spew forth their vapors Grasp at what hope remains
For that is all you truly have
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~Skarlit
Non moriar sed at narrabo opera domini, cum moriar da mihi mori morte pia et placida.
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And since you know you cannot see yourself,
so well as by reflection, I, your glass,
will modestly discover to yourself,
that of yourself which you yet know not of.
William Shakespeare
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