I awoke to the sound of the door opening...
It was light. The birds were flying, and the sky was blue.
The laptop next to me, still running.
I chanced upon you. And saw that you put me to bed.

That's one of the sweetest things anyone has done for me.
*cuddles*

I feel trapped...
Shackled by the chains of society.
Suffocated by the expectations of family.
Cornered by my mind.

Burn me, and release me.
Ashes to ashes.
Dust to dust.
I shall no longer remain here.
But escape to the loving embrace of the dark void.

I am Chaos

I have watched the milleniums go by...
Not a day passes without my watching.
The strings of the universe are pulled by me.
I am not God. I am not the Devil. I am not Fate.
Who am I? What am I? Irrelevant questions that have no answers.
The most brilliant of minds fail to grasp who I am.
The simplest of minds, don't know what I am.
I am He who walks among the stars.
The Giver of Life, the Destroyer of Worlds
I place each star in it's proper place, and light up the night sky.
The sun sits in my right hand. The moon in my left.
My right hand burns daily, yet is not burnt.
My left hand freezes nightly, yet is not frozen
The complexity of my insanity is absurdity in action.
I create the creatures of myths, and the constructs of doom.
Unicorns and centaurs, sirens and minotaurs.
All are my children, all are my children's children.
The Golden Angels stand behind me, dictating what I speak.
The Silver Angels stand beside me, deciphering what I think.
But my dearest of children, the Iron Angels, sit at my feet.
Ready to fly on wings of cold metal, and do my bidding.
And so that is my entourage. A mixture of the high and the low.
We travel the starry lanes, visiting each world that I have crafted.
We travel to different dimensions, sowing discord and harmony.
I am Peace Bringer, and War Monger.
I am Light and Dark. Life and Death.
The absurdity of my action is the complexity of my insanity.
Erratic are my movements, irrational are my thoughts.
Slurred is my speech and broken are my limbs.
I am Chaos.

The Great Accepter

We live, we die.
We burn, we freeze.
We awake, we sleep.
Death waits for us with open arms
Ready to embrace us in the final moment.
The loving mother to all us sinners.
The Great Accepter.

I feel like a little school boy in love ><
That is too OOC for me...

My character is Evil
Calculating
Blood Thirsty
Sadistic
Masochistic

Okay, I feel like snapping at anyone who so much as talks to me now...
I really don't feel good now, and I'm ready to kill myself.

I don't like to be kept waiting every single time.
I'm fucking pissed now...
Gonna shower and cool off...

Gonna start on a new drawing now.
Gonna do a proper job of it, and not the usual rush jobs.
Wish me luck ^^

Fuck Macbreakfast...
Evil-Fucking-Food...

the barrel at my temple.
the slug in the barrel.
the finger on the trigger
the impulse through my veins.

the finger twitch.
the metal moves.
the slug rushes down.
the bullet smashes.

the blood flows.
the world falls silent.
the colours fade and dim.
the breathing slows.

the blue and red flashes.
the crowd gathers.
the people are curious.
the name fades into obscurity.