I’m seeking my immortal foe He must mosh hard and enjoy Edgar Allen Poe You should have a secret identity that nobody can know … Be a secret sexy super-villain, be my, John Doe! I’m now hiring, inquire within! Don’t keep me waiting – my heads in a talespin
I’m looking for my Dark Lord A deliciously evil ruler of my dark heart…. Someone with plans, someone to top the charts You must be an experienced magus in the dark arts I’m searching for that man … I need you to be the Joker to my Batman! Tell me are you clever and cool? Do you want to force the world up under your rule? Are you at least 5’8″? It’s rather specific but this I can’t break About me, I’m a dark Gothic angel in disguise A royal beauty who likes keeping it all under my demise Vanilla ice cream is my favourite flavor surprise Together you and I would be our own alibi Tell me, what mischief and mayhem can we get up to? Together we would concoct our own strange brew I’m an honest vixen, I work a 9 to 5 So I’d like to fight crime with you from like 6 to 9 Are you evil? Tell me, how’s your laugh? I’m seeking a unique dare devil, My diabolical better half Bring along your sword and staff My sexy side kick with a troubled past If “Destroy the world” is all you desire Then it’s a man like you, yes Sir, I could admirer!
Fancier of the old, retro, lost & forgotten things. A Word porn nerd, full-time horror addict, Obsessed graphic design weirdo. Full Time Tarot Reader / psychic who's death metal addiction is out of control. Life lessons: read Edgar Allen Poe, drink rum and mosh hard.
I waited for you brother day and night within the shadows among the tents I prayed for your return. Then they brought you from the field you were calm like the desert sands. A silhouette so delicate and calm to
My Father I see her in front of me, but not for long, she Leaves without a Word or goodbye, Disappears into her own brutal Darkness, NEVER seeming to plan to return, a deluded life I lived now shattered IN
It’s always absurd To give up everything and run after something that’s never been achieved without even knowing if thats anyway possible A total dreamer missing everything at every point believing in instincts that are just abstract emotions Maybe its
That east wind clawed at my skin leaving me fragile again I was once impervious to reckoning but now every element guffaws at how weak I have become the shrill call of the night birds humiliate me for I am