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.
My pal in pain I know what you’re going through, but never forget my mate the chief difference between distance and separation. There, you cry at your home and here, I feel downhearted in mine. Feeling an awkward distance in
call to duty tears him from his family, fighting war he causes not separate him from society he loves best, defending indefensible most times disconnect him from the loved ones maintaining imaginary “peace” elsewhere creates void at home at sea
Through the narrow curves, of street, my mind, walked along the evening breeze; I reached Over the banks of a near-by lake, where I Used to sit in my college-days; with sweet Memories of girls, I loved, I remembered, Sitting