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Wednesday, January 7th, 2009
9:38 pm	Happy Birthday, Arcane~ My baby is three years old today! He got to have a birthday party which most of his aunts and second mommies attended. <3 He also got to have a dog food/cheese cake and got two new toys and a bag of treats for his birffday. He's the legal drinking age in dog years... Jerk. I LOVE YOU, BABY! <333333 Current Mood: cheerful Current Music: "Downfall," Matchbox Twenty (Comment on this)
Monday, January 5th, 2009
6:31 pm	Whee, How Time Flies. Arcane'll be three years old on Wednesday! Can you believe it? :O He's already the legal drinking age in doggy years! Well, two days away. x3 Anyway, I'm having him a small birthday party-type event with friends since I forgot his birthday last year, to attempt and make up for it. </3 Current Mood: amused (Comment on this)
Friday, December 5th, 2008
1:25 pm	Helpful East Asian Links for Paper, ect. http://www.towncrossings.com/amesbury/local_story_149105838.html Talk to real peoples, hell yeahz. |D http://www.japanforum.com/forum/anime-manga/6980-japanese-manga-anime-influence-your-life.html http://comipress.com/article/2007/05/14/1957 http://www.ex.org/2.8/12-bts1.html http://www.sacurrent.com/columns/story.asp?id=69155 GAH. Things to Write about: -How anime/manga influences culture phenomenons like cosplay, anime cons, ect. -Anime and manga affects who your social circle consists of, who your friends are, who you hang out with, ect., because of shared interests, lalala. -How anime and manga influence young audiences to be interested in Japanese culture and history, and how they learn tibits of this information through anime itself, and want to continue this interest and pursue it further. Students and young adults end up learning Japanese, traveling to Japan and becoming immersed in Japanese culture due to their interest in anime and manga. Details... Gah, I don't frickin' know. :c (Comment on this)
Monday, October 13th, 2008
1:34 pm	What Happens... in English Class... with Laptops... Omigawdess, I am so bored. :< I dunno what to do right now, lalala~ Dude, how the hell does Sullivan know my email address? D: Go away, persistant schools. I don't need you. Bleh. This is stoopid. Like life, lol. STFU, n00b. Get away from me, you lame-o. Rawr! >O ih8u~ ilu~ BIPOLAR, BEETCHES. Y'all can't handle my shiznit. You can't take the heat, so get out o' the damn kitchen. Should I talk slower like you're a retard? Get it, get it, get it, YOU JUST DON'T GET IT. You stupid motherfucker, you stupid motherfucker, you stupid motherfuck-...er! Yes, I iz a bad child. <<; Singing Mindless Self Indulgence songs while I'm bored, hurhur. Er. Typing. I'm not actually singing. So. What's up? HEY GUYS. I wanna RP~ but for some reason, I don't feel like writing lately. :< Bleh, it really, really SUCKS. A note to my writer's block: I'M GONNA BEETCHSLAP YOU, SHITBAG. Lemme alone. T^T Maybe roleplays just take too long to get to the good parts. I keep gettin' tired of the same ol' conversation that keeps goin' on between da charries. <<; The flirting and whatnot does actually get old after a while. Hm. I guess I need to go home and try to get at least Varian and Xander replied to. BARBWIRE GAGS. 8D And blowing up prisons so that hawt werewolf men can o'scape. Yay. XD Then sex. Lots and lots o' sex. Or is it secks? =O Dundundun... you don't knoooow~! LOL, I thought there was someone at the door to take me away for typing so much crazy crap, since that little ghost thing is there. XD I dunno if they can actually see what I'm typing, though. That's actually a really scary thought. O.O; ... << >> << Every typo you make, every gigabyte you take~ I'll be watching you. Every blog you poooost, the words you type the moooost, every hacking host, every spyware ghost~ I'll be watching you. Oh you can't seeeeee, your harddrive belongs to meeee~ How my poor heart aches, with every typo you maaaake~ *cough* Ahem. HAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. --; Who let the Deathnote dude in here? Or is that just Rika? Oooh noooez, but she's sick, so she can't be here to be lovingly cynical. ;___________; I miss my Rika-boo, wiff her luffable, flesh-consuming butt. Phooey. Now there's no one to have a flesh-consuming butt. Those things are one of a kind, dammit! ..I want my pole. 'Cept I won't get to see my pole today. 'Cuz Abi is going away after she sees the vampires, and I'll have to ride da twinkie home. Ryght? D: That's okay, I s'ppose. I'll just miss my pole and my females. At least I won't have to keep my shifty eyes on the dorito, though. Current Mood: So bored it hurts. Current Music: TT^TT (Comment on this)
Wednesday, April 30th, 2008
12:51 am	Character Stuff for Elisabeth!Roleplay. Information for new Chaaaaraaacteeer~ :O ..WHY IS HE SO COMPLICATED? DX Fucker. Name: idon'tknow. :c HALP. (why do I keep thinking Darien? Too many of my names end in 'n' though. I could name him Valnyxsis. XD He'd be my flippin' iPod. Hur. :B) Age: 27 Gender: Male Species: Werewolf Ethnicity: Caucasian Nationality: American with heavy French background Occupation: Assassin Sexuality: Heterosexual Residence: (New Orleans? Setting for RP unknown yet, I thinks.) Past Notes: -Bred rather than born, he was raised under a secret organization that remains hidden in the shadows of the night. Though originally human, he was infected with the lycanthropy virus very young. This was an intentional incident brought about by those in high power in the organization. There was a difference in the virus and how it affected the genes, as if it'd been toyed with, because though obviously not normal mentally, he was left with a significant amount of control over himself and his bloodlust. The pull of the full moon, however, had the same effect. -He was trained through cruel and inhumane methods, vicious punishments and discipline, and strict observation to hone his lycanthrope abilities and use them for a most obvious purpose; to kill. Though the organization was run by humans, they kept a firm control over a handful of werewolves born and bred under their watchful eyes to lessen the threat of their enemies. Werewolf assassins, while not comparable to Hitler's idea of a werewolf army, was a damn good idea. Especially since assassins were possible to be controlled by humans, while an army might be a bit too much for them. Behaving like a gang with its violence and illegal activities, the organization sent the lycans after their enemies, whom were either never seen again or rose as wolves to be shot down by the hunters. -Reaching adulthood, he grew, unexpectedly, too powerful to contain. He'd been assassinating for quite some time, killing on command. The only reward for his obediance was to remain living, though with a confined existence was barely one worth maintaining. He began to realize how smilar the treatment he received was to that of a common dog at the end of a chain. Though not entirely bothered by that, it irked his ego, and the need to challenge his 'masters' began to arise. -In his early twenties, he escaped the confines of the organization by force. With the senses of a wolf and the intelligence of a human, no ordinary human could possibly track him once he'd reached the world. Reach it he did, and there, his focus was on doing what he'd been taught to do, what he'd grown to love; kill. Experimenting the methods of murder was exhilerating; as a human or as a wolf, there must have been a thousand different ways to kill. He enjoyed trying every sadistic little idea that came about in his head. Realizing the wrong of his actions, it didn't stop him. The screams of his victims was exciting, their blood smelled heavenly, and he relished feeling the life drain from them; it left a very powerful feeling for the one who had taken it. -In the modern world, little goes unnoticed. With a murder record as his, he made ordinary serial killers look like puppies. Eventually, all criminals are caught. He was no exception; he was 27 at the time. Of course, a werewolf could break out of any prison in the human world, but he was always well aware that exposing himself wasn't wise. After all, there wasn't a huge yearn for freedom anyway. Since he wouldn't stop, he would end up right back in another situation elsewhere. Faced with death as his sentence for his psychaotic deeds, he seemed non-too concerned with the prospect of death hanging above his head. After all, he knew his actions were wrong, and he knew well that he deserved the consequences dared he commit the crimes. He didn't regret nor deny. The thrill of murder was still appealing; it seemed little would change that. There was also little to live for; he had never desired companionship, love, meaning, or purose, and he would never have it, so all was well. He'd been a means to an end, a tool, but at least he'd enjoyed himself. That was all that mattered. He wasn't afraid of death. Personality: -Very carefree, as if nothing in the world bothers him. His own psychaotic actions, his fate, his past... all he passes off with a laugh and a shake of his head, as if it is all insignificant. He's very arrogant, and for someone who's had a rather hard life, he seems strangely open and unguarded. As if his pain was irrelevant. He's egotistical, especially in terms of strength and appearance. He's perhaps more than a wee bit insane, considering his uncaring outlook on his murders, despite he knew they were terrible deeds. His love for another's pain, his thrill for having another's blood on his skin. Though he was taught to appreciate a kill, the lessons seemed to stick a little too well. The way nothing seemed to bother him is probably another sign of mental instability. -Amazingly, for a killer with a seemingly endless list of murder counts, he can be incredibly gentle. This seems to only apply to animals, however, in the beginning. Such things eventually develop for others as well. -He seems to be very simple upon a first impression, but it becomes increasingly obvious that he is, in fact, much more complicated. Appearance~ Weight: Thin but firm is a good way to put it. Definitely built from physical training for years upon end. I'd assume lots of lean, solid muscle. I dunno exactly how much he weighs; neither does he. Height: Pretty damn tall. XD No specifics yet. Hair Color: Various shades, ranging from dark brown to platinum blonde. (Think of my, his creator's, hair color, basically. XD) Hair Length: Mid-back, just below the shoulder blades. Eye Color: In certain light, his eyes appear dark brown. In others, they appear gray. Skin: A golden tan shade, as if he'd spent frequent time in the sunlight, although it's a bit untrue to say so. Tattoos: A complicated tribal tattoo covers the back of his right hand, a 'branding mark' that had signified him as a part of the organization under which he was imprisoned and trained. Similar tribal tattoos appear on his upper arms, specifically around his biceps. (I'm sure all my friends know what his hand tattoo looks like ;D) Piercings: None. They weren't allowed in the little secret 'society' and it never occured to him to get one after he escaped. THIS ISN'T DONE. Just meant to help Elisabeth out for how our roleplay would work and how her character would 'enter.' I'll be discussing it more in depth with her later. XD I love how this guy's personality works in my mind, though. <3 Current Mood: pissed off Current Music: "The Reign," Tarja (Comment on this)
Wednesday, February 6th, 2008
11:42 pm	Lucian Zaithyn Sanguis Full Name: Lucian Zaithyn Sanguis Preferred Title: Zaithyn Roleplay: Fullmoon Age: 25 years Hair: Black Hair Length: Shoulder blades, roughtly (so about mid-back). Eye: Golden brown Species: Werewolf/Lycan Height: About 6.2 ft Weight: Unknown; the time period didn't much have scales. He's thin with a decent build; someone who at least appears to be physically active, but his lycan blood contributes to the burning of any fat also. Profession: Completely unknown; he's a bit on the mysterious side. General Personality: Polite and considerate, but also very reserved. He's the type who won't allow anyone to get through his barriers, but unlike most who have experienced his pain, he tends to keep it to himself rather than lashing out at the world. When angered, he can get fairly bitter, but generally, he's calm and quiet. Though wealthy, he distances himself from society and the world. Relatives/Family: There isn't much known about Lucian's family. Judging by what he claims, his parents are dead and Vincent is his only remaining family. This isn't completely true; Lucian had previously had an older brother, though whether this brother is alive or dead is completely unknown. It is said that the mysterious brother was, basically, exiled from the family for some extreme crime. Whether this offense was to the human world or the lycan one is completely unknown as little to no information remains concerning this older brother to pass judgement. It is also said that perhaps Lucian possesses other close family in the wilderness; many of his species live their lives mainly as wolves rather than take human form, and thus, a pack of the lycan roam the forests of Europe. If Lucian is closely related or associated with these of his species, he does not acknowledge it often. He meets with fellow werewolves on occasion, but most of them have shunned him for his previous attachment to the human species. Background: Lucian was young when the death of his parents left him fairly alone in an expensive estate with wealth he had no idea how to handle. At fifteen years old, he was barely wise enough to run the household his parents had left behind. After relying on advice from trusted servants of the family to keep things in order for three years, Lucian took advantage of his freedom at eighteen and managed to escape the stressful life he'd held for a small amount of time. Rather than endure an expensive vacation like others of his class, he simply left, allowing the four paws of his inner wolf to carry him wherever he was meant to go. In the end, the trip would be the worst mistake of his life. Always pulled by the natural, the real, rather than the fake attire of high-class society, it was no wonder that he managed to fall for a woman of a small village away from the busy European towns. At first glance, she seemed to be a very caring, kind soul; the well-respected healer of the village would be expected to have such qualities about her. In truth, the innocent beauty was nothing but deceiving. Unfortunately for Lucian, he hadn't the damnedest clue on the matter. Devoting himself to her for at least two years, it had felt like happiness. The love they shared certainly seemed sincere, but there were always complications. Especially considering that he wasn't human, and she had no idea. Thinking he could trust her, that her love was true enough for those things not to matter, Lucian made the mistake of revealing himself to her, transforming into a large, black wolf before her eyes and shifting back again as his species were prone to do. In reality, his trust in her really only earned him a knife in the back. The woman, though having claimed to have loved him, turned on him at learning of his species. She exposed him, through cruel means, to the entire village where superstition reigned the simple-minded people. Of course, this led to nothing but violence. Out of fear that he would kill them all, the entire village made it their goal to kill him. Certainly not gentle nor kind in their methods, the physical pain, the rage from the betrayal, and the emotional heart-break drove Lucian over the edge, allowing feral instincts of defense to take him over. The wolf struck back at the hatred and violence with his own, and for the first time in his life, he slaughtered, out of anger and a thriving need for vengeance. The scars from the event he would carry for the rest of his life, but the marks on his body would not compare to the shredded condition of his heart. In the form of a wolf, he had tracked her and cornered her, the woman who had thus broken his trust and ruined his life, and in the form of a wolf, he had allowed her to flee. Unable to kill her as the love still resided in what remained of his heart, he was forced to do the only thing he could. He returned home to his estate, forgetting he had let her live, forgetting he had felt for her at all. He continued to live his life relatively alone, avoiding women especially since they were nothing but deceitful in his eyes. At age twenty five, the images of the night continued to haunt him about every time he closed his eyes, but little did he know fate was going to bring something he could not escape into his life. A woman. Hearing her screams and cries for help one night as darkness fell, Lucian, in the form of a large, dark-hued wolf, went to the rescue of a woman by the name of Eleanor who was in the process of being violated by two men. Chasing them down and slaughtering one, severely injurying the other, he rid the woman of her problem. Appearing to her soon as a man and pretending as if the black canine had been a hunting dog of his that had gone rabid, he confirmed that she was well enough for him to leave. Agreeing to escort her home before leaving, they arrive to find her home in flames. Unable to leave her without shelter and without a home, something his conscience would not allow, Lucian had no other option but to take the lady Eleanor to his home. Now, stuck in her presence frequently, he isn't so sure he can keep ignoring a pull that urges him to her, something he struggles to deny to keep his battered heart protected from further torment. There was no denying the truth over the myth; in reality, beauty never truly fell for the beast. Ran, hated, killed... yes. Humans could not allow what they did not understand to exist. Knowing his species would forever keep him distanced from them, ignoring Eleanor is necessary for survival. Unfortunately, his heart seems to have a different plan that his logic doesn't quite agree with. The question is... is his trust, as well as his heart, mendable? Can a human woman ever begin to understand something that is neither man nor wolf, but both, enough to love it? To heal Lucian, the girl would have to be a miracle worker, but perhaps fate had bound them together the night her desperate cries for help had brought him to her. Wolf Form: Black with bright golden eyes (they're more brown in his human form); extremely large. In aspect to other wolves, he would most resemble the alpha of the pack; big, strong, and deadly. Close Relations: Beisdes Vincent, Lucian is pretty much close with his servants, whom have worked for him for many years, and his horses. Though not a breeder of horses, which would be difficult for a man with the scent of a wolf, he is extremely skilled in training them. It takes a lot of time for them to feel comfortable in his prescence, however. His main horse is a black stallion named Requiem whom he's had in his posssession since the horse was a colt. Their relationship is beyond that of rider and horse because, being half animal himself, Lucian has grown skilled in communicating with the stallion. It resembles more like a friend relationship; there often seems to be a silent conversation occuring between the two, leaving anyone else around rather confused. Home: A three-story estate with a stable on the outer borders of the town nearby; his land is framed to one side by a dense forest in which he often hunts, in wolf form, to satisfy the feral urges of being both human and wolf. Character profile for Lucian for now; Vincent will be up in the next few days. I'm still working on his. ;3 Current Mood: calm Current Music: "Our Truth," Lacuna Coil (Comment on this)
Monday, February 4th, 2008
12:32 am	Well, Good sir, I find this Statement to be False because You are a Dunklefoof. Here's to thinking the Red Ninja, who hath struck true again today, has been causing moodiness for the past week in its stalking and lurking. That's what I'm going to assume anyway, since I've been having moodswings. :< Hopefully I can get birthday invitations out by the end of the week, since we'll know time/place by Tuesday, and I got a new printer ('cause the old one committed suicide, apparently). I'm looking for lineart commissions in the PI Artwork thread now. :) I'm so excited about it! I love the thought of adding new species to the Celestials line. I've already got one arrangement set up with an awesome lineartist. <3 ..I think I'm only doing this entry because I should be in bed but I'm not tired. :B Oh, I probably need to post my poetry here...since I'd written in my little poetry journal recently. This first one was basically about wanting to escape to a fantasy world, since... school and life is just stressful, and reality gets so tiring after a while. You spend your days doing the same thing, putting up with the same crap, and struggling with the same silly things. Sometimes you just wanna get away. Era of Mirrors "This reality, bittersweet and tiring. Paranormal deception of mirrors falling over the edge. Life is a virus, suffocating realism, a stage set for dramatic scenes. Longing for illusions, imaginary perception; a vision of a fantasy beyond this fucked up reality." There's another, but I'll save it for later since I really do need to be heading to bed now, I suppose. Though, I do want to mention that I am in the process of making character profiles for my recent werewolf characters. These two are in the two sister roleplays me and Elisabeth are doing right now, Fullmoon and Wolfshade. They're both named after werewolf-related songs, one by Sonata Arctica and one by Moonspell. :) In the first roleplay, Fullmoon, my character is Lucian Zaithyn Sanguis, a twenty-five year old werewolf with long, black hair and amber-brown eyes. His lady is Eleanor, Elisabeth's charrie~ ;3 The second roleplay focuses around Vincent Sanguis, Lucian's younger cousin, a twenty-three year old werewolf with dark brown hair (just below the shoulder) and green eyes. He's also a well-known doctor and a bit of a womanizer. ;D He's being paired with Elisabeth's Irene. Either way, I've fallen in love with both of them, and since I can't draw them, because I fail major at males, I want to write a lot about them in character profiles instead. *hops* Current Mood: contemplative Current Music: " (Comment on this)
Monday, January 7th, 2008
11:35 pm	..I'm a Bad Mommy. :C Okay, so... Today is January 7th. What is January 7th, you might ask? IT'S ARCANE'S BIRTHDAY. AND I FORGOT. DDDD: *goes to shoot self* So much has been happening in my life that I completely forgot today was Arcane's Birthday. He turned two years old today; officially, he's no longer a pup or a baby. Yet I forgot. :c I feel so bad. I'll spend the night babying him, just watch. <<;; Either way, HAPPY SECOND BIRTHDAY ARCANE! 83 I love you, baby. <3 I'm so sorry I forgot. ;0; I'm so proud of my boy. <333 Now everyone else can wish you happy birthday, too. ^^ Current Mood: guilty Current Music: "Towers of Silence," Echoes of Eternity (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, January 3rd, 2008
10:28 pm	I will Give you Sanctuary in these Hymns of Thanatos... Well, using a line from Otep's "Ghostflowers," song, which is amazing by the way, is a good enough way as any to title a LiveJournal entry. xD Besides, that's like, my favorite line from the song, so I *luff* it very much. ~<3 Anyway, this update is basically for a new song and the total list of my Christmas presents (assuming I can remember them all |D;). I haven't written in a while, though Otep's music has definitely gotten my inspiration leaning a lot toward poetry lately. I got a new notebook for Christmas that I'm thinking of using for poetry notes, so I would take it to school every day and basically write random poetry, good lines, ect. I tell myself that all the time, though, and usually don't end up doing it. So there's no counting on it. xD; Anyway, I started this a while back. I wanted something dark and violent, since that is the kind of music I've been listening to a lot lately. |3; Otep music is amazing, but it sure as hell ain't happy (for good reason, too). I ended up getting stuck and forgetting about it, but over the past few days, I decided to go in and finish it. ~<3 ( Who gives a fuck if they die? Just kill 'em, watch 'em fall, skin the world with their lies... ) Current Mood: creative Current Music: "Forgive Me (Remix 2000)," L'ame Immortelle (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, November 15th, 2007
2:23 pm	This is SPARTAAA~! ( Sparta LOLZ ) Omg, everyone; meet Sparta. 83 Only the cutest, craziest little kitty named after a YouTube video ever. 8D  Current Mood: bored Current Music: None D: (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, September 30th, 2007
1:38 am	Song, for all the Drama~ A little update: The random phone call was due to Elisabeth's mother finding out about us dating, and taking it horribly. She's no longer forbidden to have any contact with me at all outside of school, but her mother isn't allowing her to go out with me, like shopping, or just to come over and hang out, despite we've lied to her and convinced her that we'll break up. :/ Things have been a wreck and incredibly stressful, but it seems this is the best it'll get for now, as it seems Elisabeth might at least be allowed to get online, and we'll be able to see each other at school. However, we don't see each other outside of school more than likely, because her mother doesn't want her going out with me, at all, anywhere. Either way, during the stess, I wrote this song to try and get some of the emotions out. :/ I needed it, and even though it didn't calm me completely, it still helped a little. Things are about as good as they're going to get, I suppose, unfortunately. Anyway, this is the song I wrote for this event, and it has no title currently~ I'm not 100% satisfied, and it's not extremely happy (I wonder why?), but it's worth posting. Twilight has fallen The midnight hour is here She finds herself trapped in silence Hidden, there's no one near The haunting whispers, they taunt her Promises wrapped in bitter lies Upon the wings of despair, carried by the night Shadows blinding the tears in her eyes And she cries, "Take what's left of me..." I'm lost in the abyss again Drowning in my own oblivion Can't reach the surface, it's too far from me Desperately seeking the strength within Longing for the rise of truth and hope Above the crepuscular agony For the sins that I've committed, the wrong I've done Please forgive me, forgive me And I cry, "Take what's left of me..." Struggling to overcome the hatred Not ashamed to live, not ashamed to see A heavy heart controls the mind, the eyes The truth in the light will set us all free Take what's left of me, Please allow me to let it go, let it go I can't break these chains They're holding me, subduing me, so Set my caged soul free, I want to see beyond this close-minded world, because I can't feel myself anymore. Over and over again, this drama in life, it has no end Interminable, why won't it leave? Searching for nothing but peace The graveyard is full of lost souls, No one here to guide them home Solitude, I'm left alone What can I do, how did it go wrong? They whisper, "Take what's left of me..." She's on the edge again, Standing so close, yearning to let go Her senses are lost, her body is numb She's wrapped in silver, lost in the cold Frozen, her tears are gone She's eager and ready for the final fall Unable to see what she has done wrong She's prepared to leave, sacrifice it all And she screams, "Take what's left of me!" I'm on the edge, so eager and willing to fall I'm lost in the cold, wanting to sacrifice it all Take what's left of me, Please allow me to let it go, let it go I can't break these chains They're holding me, subduing me, so Set my caged soul free, I want to see beyond this close-minded world, because I can't feel myself anymore. "Take what's left of me... I need you to take what's left of me. You're all my heart is able to see so take what's left of me and promise to set it free." I'm crumbling, drowning in the tide You'll always be my one and only, my angel Sinner or righteous, I'm not ashamed Promise to remember my name, and know who I am- after the end, When everything has fallen away Take what's left of me, See what's left of me, Heal what's left of me, Love what's left of me... Because I can't feel myself anymore (It's only going to stay in stanzas if I keep it in bullets like that. Oo; Otherwise it wants to put big spaces between each line.) Comments and constructive criticism welcome. :) Thanks for reading, everyone. <33 Current Mood: pessimistic Current Music: "The Escapist," Nightwish (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, September 28th, 2007
5:53 pm	What the FUCK is Going ON?! Okay, okay, what the holy fuck. Seriously. I'm freaking out, and with decent reasoning, because I am completely in the dark about something and it's going to drive me insane. Frankly, I'm both pissed off and frightened, because I have no idea what the fuck is going on, and what's happening, and it's extremely upsetting. I just got a call. From Elisabeth's mother. What. The. Holy. Fuck. Out of nowhere, she was bombing me with questions about 'what was going on between me and Elisabeth.' I have no idea what's going on over there, because I was completely carefree online until I got this call. Now I'm utterly confused. Where is this coming from? Did she find something, did Elisabeth tell her something, is she just trying to make assumptions?! What the hell?! I don't have any fucking clue! Of course, I didn't tell her anything, and acted pretty damn confused, because I was. I told her we were just friends, though she didn't seem to buy it very much. And she's like 'does everyone know, your grandma, Jessie?' I was just kinda like '...know what? That we're friends?' Gah, what the hell, lady? I should sue you for harrassement for calling me up like that. She didn't offer to let me talk to Elisabeth, though I could hear her on the other end of the phone, telling her mom to give her the phone. Then her mom hung up on me. So...not only did she single me out randomly and make accusations, regardless of the truth behind them, but she was rude about it. I wasn't completely sure how to react to it. Now, Elisabeth hasn't tried to call and offer me any explanations. I dunno if her mom just isn't allowing it or what, but I really would like to know what the fuck is going on. Since I don't know, and it doesn't seem like anyone's going to try and tell me, I had to rant about it in here to get these emotions out. I'm completely in the dark, utterly and totally lost, and unsure of what the fuck to do about it. I don't know what to do or what's happened, but I'm really confused, and I wish she could call and tell me SOMETHING, or give me some kind of explanation. I'm not going to be able to focus on all the school work I need to get done this weekend with things like this on my mind, so, I really need some insight on the situation. :/ I would call her, but after having her mother call ME, I don't particularly feel safe about it. Urgh. Current Mood: confused (Comment on this)
Saturday, September 1st, 2007
11:40 pm	Presenting: Silvie's Anette/Tarja Rant {Nightwish} To all the users of YouTube, who comment with hateful words and remarks to new Nightwish singer, Anette Olzon. ( Here is How I feel about your Ignorance, Tarja worshippers. ) It is safe to say that poor Anette needs more credit, and much more of a chance to be accepted into the fan base. Tarja's era is gone, Anette's has begun. Accept it or piss off, your decision. Current Mood: irritated Current Music: Nightwish, "Amaranth." (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, June 17th, 2007
6:25 pm	It Has Been Entirely Too Long~ I realize now that I haven't written in forever, which is terrible. ^^; I should write every day but I suppose I'm losing things to write about, so I have to wait until some kind of inspiration hits me in the face before the lines fit themselves together in my head. I think my skills continue to develop even when I'm not writing the words down, though. Verses constantly place themselves together in my head, and sometimes I really like them, the problem is remembering them once I'm sitting in front of a computer where I can record my thoughts. I suppose I should carry some kind of journal around with me to avoid this dilema. XD; I believe writing is about the only thing I have to really express myself and get things out of me. In all honesty, I find I've given up a bit on drawing. I don't really seem to do it for fun anymore. Occasionally I'll sketch a character of mine or do little doodles to amuse myself in class, but I have no confidence in my artwork. At all. I can still continue doing it, but nothing I do ever satisfies me, I never like any of it. So I've come to the conclusion that I'm a bit more of the writer type when it comes to being an artist. That, and I love expressing myself vocally, usually by singing. Anyway, since I haven't written in forever, I finally finished a song I've been working on for a while. So I'll post that today and then the meaning behind it afterwards, and comments shall be open~ I've had a lot of new music and such to inspire me lately also, so it's all good. ^^ Unfortunately, the song doesn't have a title yet. D: But I'm always open to suggestions. :3 ~*~*~*~ Imprisoned in this downward Spiral of misery and hatred A black rose of my garden, the thorn in my flesh Hidden beneath a broken sky Petals fall from the flower of life Withered by despair The light frozen by suffering Need to rise above the agony Lift me up on silver wings Searching for the light in the dark winter sky Seeking a source of hope in the sorrow Tell me lies of happiness and let me bask in your love Ashes to ashes Dust to dust This is our final destination When life holds no passion A world of bitterness and lust Here I seek my long lost salvation Risen... Above these shadows Fallen... Into this darkness Set me free now I want to wash away The tears I've cried in this silent night The blood I've shed for this ache inside Comfort me, oh Ashes to ashes Dust to dust This is our final destination Tainted is my final fantasy This call is my wish in the night My heart aches for release from this agony Enchanted by the hope of dawn's new light My senses are fading into nothing My memories long forgotten Conquer this emptiness Awaken my hope Sing me a song of the angels Grant me a ride on their wings Reveal to me a truth that lifts above the lies Ashes to ashes Dust to dust, oh An infernal echo This haunting whisper at my ear Illuminate this darkness, I am forsaken yet not forgotten Chase away these shadows A new day is dawning on the horizon Ashes to ashes Dust to dust This is our final destination When life holds no passion A world of bitterness and lust Here I seek my long lost salvation Howls of life carry me Beyond the walls of infinity Enlightened by lanterns of fantasy I feel the wind carry me Towards the border of eternity Graced by the presence of ecstasy I am the darkness of the night No one hears your feeble cries Fear me if you're aware Face me if you dare I am all the bitterness in you Defeat me to see the light I can guide you to the flames of Hell, but you must seek Heaven's gates alone! Ashes to ashes Dust to dust This is our final destination When life holds no passion A world of bitterness and lust Tainted is my final fantasy This call is my wish in the night My heart aches for release from this agony Enchanted by the hope of dawn's new light At the edge of the universe, Beyond all sorrow and hope The gates of my destination Here I seek my long lost salvation ~*~*~*~ Okay, lesse...this song was actually brought forth a lot by the occurance of Suck Day '07, which also spawned Suck Week '07. Basically, during one week near the end of school back in May, everything went wrong, and I felt pretty damn depressed that entire week. A lot of my feelings were poured into these lyrics, but I didn't want to be all the negativity of that week either. So what I tried to create was a negative scene that is trying to be overcome, conquered. The lyrics have hopeful feelings to them, speaking of light and whatnot to overcome the darkness of the situation. So that way, it's not all about wallowing in sadness, but letting go and moving on. I am rather satisfied with the overall outcome. But I always like to know what others think, so comments are always welcome. Remember, though, I ask only for constructive criticism and not flames. So if you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all. ;D Otherwise, give me your opinions, I very much appreciate them. ^^ I hope you all like it, though~ :3 For now, I'll leave it at this. I may update with other stuff later, but for the time being, I'll stop here. Current Mood: creative Current Music: "Winternight," Visions of Atlantis (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, June 8th, 2007
12:12 am	LOOK HOW CUTE WE ARE 8DD Kyootness~ I am teh blonde one, o'course, though I think most of you know what we look like already. XD; (I like this picture 'cause you can actually see Elisabeth's pretty face that she hides so much~) We took this the day we finally got Elisabeth to see the third Pirates movie. 'Twas a fun day where I enjoyed licking multiple things including blades. >D Blades are fuuuun! Anyway, while I'm updating, I might as well say things have been fairly better lately. Now that we're out of school, it's been a lot less stressful. This break was very much needed. *sighs* Whew. I wasn't sure I'd make it. Me and Elisabeth reached our Three-Month Anniversary today, so that was good. :3 *dances in celebration* ~<3 I've been getting a lot of new CDs lately, too, so that's relieving stress for me. Music always makes me feel better. ~<3 I just have a lot of lyrics to learn now. XD; I'm working on After Forever's new album, I think I almost got it down, maybe a few more runs while reading from the lyric book. ^^; I need to write a song, I've had an idea for something that was inspired by Suck Week '07, and I think I need to get around to writing it since it's floating around in my head and won't leave me alone. I always forget to, though. I haven't written in a while though, so I figured I might as well get around to it soon. Well, I think I'll leave it at this for now. I'll do a better update later. ^^; I just wanted to post teh picture. 8D With love, this is Silvie signing off. *salute* \m/ Current Mood: happy Current Music: ~None D: ~ (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, May 23rd, 2007
8:56 pm	May 23, 2007: Official Suck Day of '07 ...I'd explain why, but I don't really feel like having another post of ranting. --; Besides, I have an english project to do, and rose petals to cut myself with. (<- Cutting = joke, english project = fact) Just posting to declare it officially. Have a nice day. Current Mood: pessimistic (Comment on this)
Wednesday, May 2nd, 2007
11:26 pm	Just One of Those Update Posts :3 Hello, all. =3 It has been forever since I've done an updating post, so I really need to do one. For once, I just need to post something other than song lyrics, and I haven't written much recently anyway 'cept for Elisabeth, and I will only post those with her permission since they were specifically for her. ^w^ Anyway, I'll basically talk about things that have happened in different subjects lately. First, let's start with one of my favorite things. ~<3 Music Updates ~I cannot believe I haven't posted since I discovered the amazing Emilie Autumn. :O She is my new little phase at the moment, I adore her music. She plays violin, classical and electric, and she sings, and her music is simply unique and amazing. Her style is industrial and gothic, with a wicked Victorian edge, so she has named her style Victoriandustrial. Her songs are for the most part fun, silly, and sarcastic, too. She has tons of adorable videos on YouTube, including her advent calendar from December, and 'Lessons for Wayward Victorian Girls.' She has the cutest dog in the world, by the way, named Ernie, aka: Monsterface. x3 I bought her "Opheliac," CD off of eBay, and I adore it. I intend to try and get her other CDs and albums, too, but they're not easy to find, unfortunately. D: ~Other than that, my interests are the same for the most part musically. I've just recently bought the Trail of Tears' most recent album, and picked up the limited edition Within Temptation EP at Hot Topic, their first real release in America (the full length album comes out in July). ~Personally, I've been pretty much in the same place with music, I suppose. I still sing everyday, but y'know, nothing really different. I can say I've learned screams/growls well enough thanks to Emilie's wonderful "Liar," song, which I preformed at Rika's birthday party. I'm still unsure how good it really was, but they liked it, so I guess that's all that matters right now. |D; General Updates ~There's not really anything new around the house. Things rarely change here. The only thing I can say about home-life is that my swing broke on me the other day, causing me to fall around ten feet or so and land on my wrist, spraining it. It's usable for the most part now, but hurts when jerked too quickly to one side, when there's too much pressure on it or it's trying to lift too much weight, or when I move it a certain angle. It happened to be my left wrist, so I'm lucky it's not broken, because...I write with that hand. Oo; ~Concerning my other common environments...my mamaw Karen is going to move into their $10,000 trailer soon. They originally bought it for my mother but found she wasn't permitted to live on the grounds due to her criminal record, so they kept it and bought some land to which they moved it. Once they move there, Bandit will be moved there as well, so he'll be with them again. He had been staying with Dee(my step grandfather)'s nephew since the house they rented would not allow dogs. *snuggles her Bandit* ~I suppose I can say I'm somewhat proud of my mother, because she has a really bad criminal record but managed to get a really nice job working with computers in an office. She was mainly stuck with fastfood work for a while there, and she's doing well keeping the job, and her employers adore her. I get so frustrated with her, because she is so intelligent, she can fix any problem on a computer and get things running like nothing, but she doesn't use the brain she has half the time. --; She could've done so much more with her life, she could've invented a new super computer or something. XD; She merely has no common sense. Pet Updates ~My darling Tetsuya, who would've been two years old back in March, has unfortunately gone missing. He hasn't returned in over two months, we have no idea what happened to him. I miss him so much. ;-; He was one of my babies... ~On a lighter note, because of Tetsuya's disappearance, I managed to convince my mamaw to let me have Lucifer, a little black and white kitten part of a litter found by Abi. He is here now after a few weeks' waiting, and he's so adorably clingy. x3 He acts like a baby duckling, always following me around. ~Duzell doesn't know how to feel about his new little brother. He's in the jealous stage, and probably missing his big brother Tetsuya, since he's been alone here for the most part ever since Tetsu disappeared. ~Have I written anything since I got Kryn? Well, Kryn is my sugar glider, who I've had since a little before Christmas. He's a darling! 8D He was named after my gay roleplaying character due to the fact that the pouch he sleeps in was rainbow colored. We've washed it so many times, it's not really rainbow anymore, but oh well. XD We bought him from a breeder who was selling them at a flea market in Richmond, after I saw his stand there and nearly died at seeing real life sugar gliders. Kryn's a sweety and obeys better than my dog. |3 ~Speaking of Arcane, he's doing well for the most part. He's annoying as hell when we have company, but other than that, he's fairly good except when he manages to get a screen door open, at which point he runs outside, and refuses to stay in the yard or come when he's called. We tried an invisible fence, and he payed jack shit attention to it, he'd run right through regardless. School Updates ~School is boring as ever, it really is. I think I'm getting so sick of it, because my will power to actually do the work is fading. It would help if the assignments weren't so stupid; who honestly analyzes EVERY picture, article, ect. in a magazine? C'mon, Mrs. Boss, you're an english teacher, teach us something significant, please? ~The school is a little brighter now that Jeff the asshole has dropped out, though. There are still a lot of people I really don't like, however, like Melanie (Claudia :B) and Mouse (argh, he's so annoying, why doesn't he just leave me alone? --). I don't usually see them, though. ~I have an AP exam coming up...not looking forward to writing three essays in a row, but it keeps me from taking the final, and it doesn't effect my grade regardless of what score I get. I just finished CATS testing, though, so I'm not too keen on this right now. It's still a little bit away, though. Well, save the best for last, after all the significantly boring stuff... 8D Lovelife Updates Yeah, yeah, guys, guess what? *pokes to title* I HAVE ONE NOW. 8D; ~Yes, if you've read Elisabeth's journal, you're already aware of this, and many people are because they've been told about us already. Anyway, I'm in my first real dating relationship as of March 7th, 2007, and it is with my darling Elisabeth. She told me that she liked me, she had for over half a year when she finally told me, and it was like a little bit of perfection exploding in my face. XD I'd always, ALWAYS, told my friends, if there was one of my close friends I'd date and had feelings for, it was her, the thought of dating any of my other friends just seemed awkward. I said this long before I thought she would ever come to feel this way about me, so I was shocked and estatic to say the least. XD ~So yeah, I'm offically dating a girl, I have an official girlfriend, and I love her to death. *snugs* We're sorta childish, we exchange cute little love notes and stuff, but I don't care, I like exchanging notes with her. x3 We haven't kissed yet (we're working on it) but we've cuddled plenty of times, held hands in the hall, innocent little things like that, as well as slept in the same bed cuddled all together about three times since we got together. (I have an excuse to touch her ass in my sleep now 8D *HIT* Kidding. x3) ~This is my first real relationship and I'm not disappointed yet. We're moving at a comfortable pace for both of us, not too fast, not too slow, and we both seem to be very satisfied where it stands at the moment. It was a little closed up in the beginning, but we're much more open now, and most of the people around us know, so we don't really need to hide it or anything except around parents. ~In this aspect however, I love my mother, because she knows, and she doesn't care. At all. She told me she knew before I did, she told her boyfriend that she would bet Elisabeth was my girlfriend way before we starting dating, and she knew I was bisexual about four years before I did. She claims it's a 'mother thing.' She said I could always talk to her about it because she understands those kinds of relationships and feels I should live my life the way I want. She can't even imagine how important it is for her to say that and let me be open with her, because even those we're not close, I love her, she's my mom, and I'm glad that even though I can't always rely on her, I can always TALK to her. ~Writing this makes me miss my Elisabeth, though. D: Since she's not online or anything. ^^; I'll see her in the morning, though, so it's okay. *stretches* We miss each other a lot, Rika, a friend of ours, claims it's because we love each other TOO much. Maybe she's right. XD; I always feel lonely when she's not around, even if I'm with other people I know and talk to. When we're apart, I just think about when I'll see her again, so we can cuddle. x3 ~I love you, my dear! *tackles* I'm so glad this turned out well and things have gone so beautifully. I'm glad we're both happy, and even though we miss each other a little too much, we're live through it, and it'll just bring us closer together. Missing someone just shows you care. ~<3 There's no reason to fret about that. :3 Well, other than that, I made an Emilie Autumn icon, showing her (red hair) and her cello player (black hair) whom she calls her wife. ;3 They're so cute and I really like how the icon came out. I also removed Haunt from my friends list today, after coming to realize that I was no longer on hers. I doubt she reads this journal anymore because of the fact that I'm not on her friends list anymore, but oh well, if she does and sees this, I don't guess it'll matter since I don't want to have someone on there who doesn't return the friendship. *shrug* That's pointless, one-sided friendships suck. Oo; I dunno when I was removed, but well, now it's even and stuff. I need to go to bed now. O-o; I'm pretty sleepy, and I've typed too much as it is, so yeah, I'm going to sleep now. G'night, everyone. 8D ..I need to drop Weeks an email first, I haven't seen her in FOREVER. D: *misses the RPs* Current Mood: refreshed Current Music: "Willow," Emilie Autumn (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, January 24th, 2007
6:38 pm	Snow Days! :DD Yep, we officially had our first Snow Day today! <3 So Silvie woke up at 7:44, looked at the clock, and proceeded to freak the fuck out about being late before she turned on the TV and saw that 'schools are CLOSED Wednesday in Fayette County,' thus she went back to sleep and slept 'til 1 o'clock. XD Either way, I wrote a song thingy-ma-bob last night. I think I was really lonely and bored. ^^; Also turning into a bit of a hopeless romantic, thus the song is kinda sad, a little bitter. X3 These kinda things happen when Silvie wants to cuddle but there is no one there. D: I've not decided if it's a song or what yet, I really dun know. Oo; Please Stop telling these lies Wasted hours of solitude Tracing the scars Emblazoned on the body Stained on the soul You weave a web Mythical stories and fantasies The underlying truth The bitter abyss of reality Please Stop telling these lies I don't believe in fairytales Under the full moon, Beneath eternity I've been waiting, no one's coming I've been waiting, (Prince Charming isn't real) Ooh, you only rise hopes Allowing them to crash down in our faces Causing more damage than it's worth The underlying truth, unspoken (Love is non-existant) Please Stop telling these lies I don't believe in fairytales Not anymore Your make-believes do nothing for me Under the bloodred moon, Embrace the oracle of reality Bitterness and loneliness Wonder why, wonder why Are we not worthy of happy-endings? Are we not worthy of happily-ever-after? I've been waiting, no one's coming I've been waiting My Prince isn't coming I've been waiting He obviously doesn't want me Wasting away, waiting for the day (Prince Charming isn't real) Please Stop telling these lies I don't believe in fairytales Not anymore Your make-believes do nothing for me No one will give me a happy ending Look in the mirror What keeps this phantasmagorical emotion at bay? Shatter, distorted images, disaster No beauty I possess? No charm or grace, nothing at all? (Life isn't always happily ever after...) (Ever after... After forever...) I've been waiting, no one's coming I cannot become one of those myths Not a Snow White to be awoken, Not a Beauty to tame the beast, No princess imprisoned, No one there to rescue me So I'll remain in the darkness Tracing the scars in the back of my mind, Recalling the harsh words of past deeds, So I'll remain in solitude Because I'm still waiting, no one's coming, I'm still waiting, My Prince isn't coming, I'm still waiting, He obviously doesn't want me I'll give up waiting, Love is just a fairytale, And Prince Charming isn't real Stop telling these lies I don't believe in fairytales Not anymore Your make-believes do nothing for me After forever, Life isn't always happy ever after Under the bloodred moon, My Prince will be solitude Well, there's that. XD Um, comments and constructive criticism welcome. :3 Besides that, I got two Sonata Arctica albums at Disc Jockey yesterday; "Reckoning Night," and "Winterheart's Guild." I haven't listened to them yet, shame on me. I prefer to sit down and read along with the lyrics on my first listen. I was gonna start on the bus today, but I didn't go to school, so eh heh, that didn't work. XD I'm trying to work things out for the Evanescence concert. They're coming to Louisville, and God, do I want to go. My mamaw already said it'd be alrigt, she doesn't might paying $40 for the tickets (she said she didn't care if they were $100 XD). Now the only problem is knowing if anyone else can go, and if I had transportation. The fact it's on a school-night doesn't seem to bother anyone on my end, I can get back in time, no problem. I don't go to sleep 'til midnight or 1 anyway. And if it came down to it, I probably would go by myself, but I'd rather share the experince with mah buddies. ^^; This is their only gig in Kentucky this tour...so I'm hoping things will work out, it's not 'til March, after all. That's about all I got to update about today, really. Whoo! \m/ Current Mood: happy Current Music: "Heaven and Hell," Elis (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, January 18th, 2007
6:25 pm	45th Song O.o? The italic lines of the song below were taken from "Misery," the song I wrote for my Holocaust project in English class. However, since I wrote it, I have the right to steal it. XD I'm just awesome like that. Open doors through stained glass A night of eternal sorrow Deadlocked in silence Long forgotten echos of greed Once upon the full moon, Bloodshed, deep and forbidden Oh, sweet misery My only remaining reverie Sweet, candy vengance Flavored and dyed red A grin of evil deeds Hidden behind the mask Behold, behold The thousandth lie spoken Upon the raven's castle Dark, bitter light Oh, sweet misery My only remaining reverie Lie to me, create beautiful fantasies My mirror of sin This filthy beauty The scar of vainity Hate-filled passion Black poisoned glares The sneer of envy Whisper to me your untruths Beneath the bloodred moon Oh, sweet misery My only remaining reverie Lie to me, create beautiful fantasies Anything to escape this agony Ooh, sweet misery Release the ghosts, set them free Spirits as restless as the open sea Things are not how they're meant to be This song probably does not at all make sense to some people, but um...my style is mainly abstraction, so it works to me. XD I wrote a bunch of verses and stanzas in school when I had free-time. I basically put all of those verses and such together to form this little random, mixed up, abstract song. Eh heh. ^^;; On a completely different note, I made a journal for my original character, Lycaon. Feel free to check it out =D: http://lycaon-tseirus.livejournal.com/ I also got my first Elis CD yesterday, YES. \m/ Snagged the Cruxshadows album, too, and Switchblade Symphony. So I'm a happy little Silvie, yesh I am. <33 Icon: Sabine Dunser, lead Elis vocalist, R.I.P. Current Mood: creative Current Music: "Clown," Switchblade Symphony (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, January 11th, 2007
9:59 pm	Holocaust Songs We had a project in English just before school let out for Winter Break about the Holocaust, and we talked a lot about that, amongst other situations in the world that were similar and whatnot. But part of the project was researching something about the Holocaust, and making a product about it that represented what you learned and such from your research and whatnot. I did my research over the Concentration Camps of the Holocaust, because that was really something we didn't talk about much in earlier years I studied it. In 5th and 8th grade, we seemed to talk more about hiding than the actual camps, so it was somewhat interesting to me. So as my product, I decided to write songs based off of how the people must've felt and such, being in that horrible situation. Writing about misery is something I'm a little bit too used to, right? <<; My teacher put them in my portfolio, bleh. XD Either way, I figured I'd post them here. I only did two new ones, the third one I used was a somewhat shortened version of "Fallen From Grace," because I got lazy and it fit if I removed one verse. Misery Oh, sweet misery My only remaining reverie Walking into our own demise In bitter ignorance Unexpecting, a veil over our eyes Hiding the fate ahead Chaotic when the journey begins Forced into crowded cars Cannot breathe- Suffocated within With movement brings a swell of fear Unaware... What lies ahead of us now? Following the path of the dead So many things left unsaid Searching for a reason For all the blood horridly spilled Oh, sweet misery My only remaining reverie Lie to me, create beautiful fantasies Met with the darkened skies Illuminated with flames Smoke and ash, clouding our eyes Bringing the scent of death Imprisoned by the wires Vines of the most deadly rose, Armed with its malevolent thorns To cut the skin and slice the flesh Unaware... What lies ahead of us now? Following the path of the dead So many things left unsaid Searching for a reason For all the blood horridly spilled Oh, sweet misery My only remaining reverie Lie to me, create beautiful fantasies Anything to escape this agony Ooh, sweet misery Release the ghosts, set them free Spirits as restless as the open sea Things are not how they're meant to be Unaware... What lies ahead of us now? Following the path of the dead So many things left unsaid Searching for a reason For all the blood horridly spilled Era of Darkness A forsaken era When those innocent Are deemed criminals Merely from hated and spite Places of imprisonment Transformed into graveyards For the murders of the free Soon becoming the livings' tomb Like fallen angels Condemned to burn In the flames of hell Which will carry our ashes into the sky To rain down on those about to die 11 million restless souls Demise brought too early By the bitter hands of hatred Without committing sin Destroyed for their race Jewish and Roma alike Claimed to be worthless and of no use Disabled and homosexual Like fallen angels Condemned to burn In the flames of hell Which will carry our ashes into the sky To rain down on those about to die Still hope lives among the hopeless As the red sun sinks Below the horizon to welcome night Despite despair, there is light Those who remain will see freedom When others come to aid And end the era of hatred As the wire fences are torn down Like fallen angels Condemned to burn In the flames of hell Which will carry our ashes into the sky To rain down on those about to die ~Yeah, I know, this is such a happy entry. XD I'm sorry! I need to write a song, but I don't have any ideas, so I'm driving myself crazy. And I figured I might as well post these in case anyone wanted to read them. But they're not supposed to be happy! Because the Holocaust was certainly not a happy thing. So yeah. Either way, I'm going to go and continue to ponder what I want to write a song about. *squirms* Current Mood: bored Current Music: "Aphflion," Tristania (1 Comment |Comment on this)