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Evil...
15 years ago
Evil hides behind a human form. Beware darkness cloaked in skin. It comes for you. It seeks you out.
Reach not for the light either. Golden chains clank around their ankles and masks coat each face.
The middle path, twisted and narrow, shall be your only safe guide.
When in doubt you must look for the smiling cat. Cheshire know the fate of this world, even if we don't.
This concrete jungle I inhabit is no safer then the one made of trees. Leather shrouds violence and the gutters fill with blood. Despite that, I stay. Why is simple. I stay because I am the only one who can try to do some good in this jungle. The protectors have long since fallen into the evil that festers like an open sore. They too will be purged in time. For now, the blackest of the black will feel my wrath.
The steamy air was laced with passion. It raced through the room like a violent perfume, entrancing and entangling the senses. Flesh fell happy victim before it and with it went the mind. Music continued to pulse through the speakers unheeded by the ears. Legs and hips began their new dance, more wild and primal then the undulations that rocked the club moments before.
In the back, buried deep in a plush booth, a single woman smiled. Hunger reared like a shark from the water, cold and unfeeling and just as unmerciful. Warmth splattered and mingled with thick air. The flesh barely noticed and continued its native dance. Bestial tendencies drew back into its den of shadows, content with its meal and to watch.
These are a few of the ideas swirling around my brain tonight. Is it any wonder that I can't pick just one to settle down and write?
*chuckles*
Ah well. I'm trying. Hopefully tomorrow I'll get some real writing done. I think I need to get out of my room to write. I spend too much time in here playing.
Reach not for the light either. Golden chains clank around their ankles and masks coat each face.
The middle path, twisted and narrow, shall be your only safe guide.
When in doubt you must look for the smiling cat. Cheshire know the fate of this world, even if we don't.
This concrete jungle I inhabit is no safer then the one made of trees. Leather shrouds violence and the gutters fill with blood. Despite that, I stay. Why is simple. I stay because I am the only one who can try to do some good in this jungle. The protectors have long since fallen into the evil that festers like an open sore. They too will be purged in time. For now, the blackest of the black will feel my wrath.
The steamy air was laced with passion. It raced through the room like a violent perfume, entrancing and entangling the senses. Flesh fell happy victim before it and with it went the mind. Music continued to pulse through the speakers unheeded by the ears. Legs and hips began their new dance, more wild and primal then the undulations that rocked the club moments before.
In the back, buried deep in a plush booth, a single woman smiled. Hunger reared like a shark from the water, cold and unfeeling and just as unmerciful. Warmth splattered and mingled with thick air. The flesh barely noticed and continued its native dance. Bestial tendencies drew back into its den of shadows, content with its meal and to watch.
These are a few of the ideas swirling around my brain tonight. Is it any wonder that I can't pick just one to settle down and write?
*chuckles*
Ah well. I'm trying. Hopefully tomorrow I'll get some real writing done. I think I need to get out of my room to write. I spend too much time in here playing.
TLDR: you win, I suck! =P
And personally I think writing well has more to do with actually /finishing/ something then word-crafting. XD
Though, I guess the other problem would be staying with something and not letting other ideas push it away. I can't begin to tell you how many times THAT has happened... XP