Today
UneasyAlone in a deserted street
World so cold and grey
In the afternoon rain
I looked up
And saw familiar faces
Only to blink with my eyes
And see nothing but strangers
~Lvarcolac
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Poem for a gunYour character so dark always are you standing out in the crowd threatning, intimidating yet so tempting, invitingly, irresistible your lovers lining up in rows all so slender, so beautiful with their delicate shoulders and perfect necks still you cast them out as spend and empty shells condemned to oblivion those splitseconds of romance that tiny moment of true love where you let them run all the way through you only to lead them to a future so uncertain seperating their hollow point heads from their cold brass bodies.Poem for a gun
by ~Lvarcolac
SanityMadness beggening, biding Me to come, me to stay There is no more hiding Our vanity shall be our downfall The sins and crimes Has brought us down to crawl What we've done in the past All forgotten and buried deep Nothing is meant to last The despair is taking a firm grasp Tearing with fury unmeantionable I strive so desperately to unclasp The angelic voice so sweet Calling me back to life I can only fear what it will meet Silent ravens follow as an apparition Clawing at my every thought Can they even imagine my next proposition?Sanity
by ~Lvarcolac
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The Tide that Breaks P1 "I'm sorry," he said, "I'm having a hard time focusing today." He adjusted the figurine on her desk so that the clown’s face was looking at him, then turned it back to face her. He looked at her over the rims of his glasses and waited for a response. She stared back at him, the ever-present plastic barbie’s smile plastered on her face. She tilted her head to one side, her hands folded neatly in front of her.The Tide that Breaks P1
"That’s all right," She said, her lips hardly moving, her smile unwavering. "Take as much time as you need." He looked down to the clown again, facin
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- Current Residence: Denmark, Nørreport
- Interests: guns, cars, photography, music, movies, nature, alcohol... lots of alcohol
- Favourite movie: Boondock Saints, A Clockwork Orange, Calligula, The Libertine, Fightclub, etcetera.
- Favourite band or musician: My Dying Bride, Nick Cave, Placebo, Lake of Tears, Moonspell, Joy Division, Mogwai, Chris Isaak..
- Favourite genre of music: Doom metal, industrial, rock, hard rock, classical... alot, really
- Favourite artist: H.R. Giger, Salvador Dalí (amongst many)
- Favourite poet or writer: Dan Turéll, Edgar A. Poe, H. P. Lovecraft, George Orwell
- Skin of choice: Leather.
- Favourite cartoon character: Invader Zim
- Personal Quote: "I am Jack's right eye, gazing through a powerful scope"
- Tools of the Trade: Rifles, blades, camera, bottle of scotch, pen and paper.
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