Current Residence: New York City
Favourite genre of music: Old School Hip Hop
Favourite photographer: ~bittertaste
Favourite style of art: Fractals
Operating System: Windows 7 / Ubuntu 10.4
Personal Quote: Think and Live
Times Like TheseIt's time like these we shake our head,Times Like These by CollinHell
And with a sob a tear is shed,
The tear slides down our cheek and face,
All alone, at home. The place
where dreams and memories have passed,
day after month and year at last,
Here we sit, and ask the air,
Was it worth it? Should we care?
The answer's yes, and that's the truth.
For happy feelings seep from ruth,
The light can push the dark away,
And with it comes a brand new day.
A day where we can be unique,
Live our lives, week after week.
The worst is here, the best will come,
And with the best, a kind of numb,
'Cause if this is bad, then nothing's worse,
Until the day we greet the hearse.
The river of life traversed at last,
Our lives complete, our bodies passed.
So ride the river, and keep on rowing
Because if you're going through hell, then just keep going.
A-80As I look above these trenches, I seeA-80 by xerinth
The land, more scarred and battered than me
By the continual blasts, the rain of fire
And the deaths caused by nothing other than
The descending metal carcasses, rushing to the ground.
Wiping off the sky's tears from my head
I race across the blasted land
Hearing, but not heeding, the infinite calls
For help, for hope, for salvation
Salvation from this blood-etched battleground.
Metal fragments slice through the air
Caring not for the lives of the ones they attack
Only hoping to rip, to pierce something, anything
As long as they taste the sweet sensation of blood, of fear.
As I sprint to the end of my deadly trip
I notice the ground lurching ahead of me
And the ground, angry at these foul humans, lashes out
Exploding, ripping everything it reaches to shreds.
Falling to the ground, I say my final prayers
As a bullet tears through my shoulder, and
As I see the shadow of a mortar descending upon me, I wonder
What lack of love, of caring, provoked this
Omni-EtherealityThe cell is anything but lively, with rows of grey wallsOmni-Ethereality by xerinth
Ever circling me, ever entrapping me, in this prison
And as I wait on the thirteenth hour for an action
I receive one, as the gates part for me like the Red Sea.
As I shuffle out to the halls outside, my shackles clank
My handcuffs ache, and my chains etch memories
Into my wrists, the wrists of one forsaken by society
One who has been exiled, been condemned to death.
I enter the room of my nightmares, with hundreds of eyes boring into me
As I walk over to the executioner, I feel an air around me -
An air of uncertainty, of foreboding, as if something has gone wrong
A small factor slipped by, out of place, at this inopportune time.
With small steps and the familiar sounds of the chains, I step forward
Hoping to savor my last few minutes of life
As my sanctioned murderer lowers his hood, I smile and see
That my own executioner is none other than me.
I grin with a small chuckle of amusement, and
The fragmented part of me that is Dea