Well i feel the need to spin some new flavor into my writing so let's begin. ... ... aaaaand i got nada. Well writer's block is the worst. crank randomness to level eleven.
With mind and body I balance the weight a hefty soul with a difficult fate to crush the madness that eats at all I am the next lord whose reign can't fall
Well i feel the need to spin some new flavor into my writing so let's begin. ... ... aaaaand i got nada. Well writer's block is the worst. crank randomness to level eleven.
I have seen the dark universe yawning, Where the black planets roll without aim. Where they roll in their horror unheeded, Without knowledge or lustre or name.
The night grows cold and the monsters come out And my blood is what they'll take But lucky for me I have no doubt I slay them with my stake
(I hope your avatar is alucard from helsing because otherwise this loses its meaning, also I accept this poetry battle)
Well i feel the need to spin some new flavor into my writing so let's begin. ... ... aaaaand i got nada. Well writer's block is the worst. crank randomness to level eleven.
I saw the stretching marshy shore, And the foul things those marshes bore: Lizards and snakes convuls’d and dying; Ravens and vampires putrefying; All these, and hov’ring o’er the dead, Narcophagi that on them fed.
(Currently I'm merely quoting my favourite poetry... Although we could take it up to the next level if you wish >:3)
You got rid of them. Yes, that's just like you. Getting rid of everything unpleasant instead of learning to put up with it. — Aldous Huxley, Brave New World