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Who Am I?

I am Kharne Bloodhowler,
Wolf King and infinite.
I am honor and loyalty,
Protector and all powerful.

Masks lined against the walls,
Masks for all to see.
Masks to hide behind
And prevent even more scars to cross over me.

I am Darian Cross,
Vengeful human and cursed.
I am good turned evil,
A thief of life and darkness consumed.


Masks lined against the walls,
Masks for all to see.
Masks to hide behind
And prevent even more scars to cross over me.

I am Sablir,
The Dark Omen and demon unbound.
Shade of revenge and darkness everlasting,
Soul stealer and heart consumer.


Masks lined against the walls,
Masks for all to see.
Masks to hide behind
And prevent even more scars to cross over me.

I am Bleeding Heart and Soul,
The lover and hopeless romantic.
Destined to suffer from the heart
And fated to weep away my nights.


Masks lined against the walls,
Masks for all to see.
Masks to hide behind
And prevent even more scars to cross over me.

I am Lord Amadeus Yoj,
Vampire and night stalker.
I am wisdom and insanity,
I am creativity and hidden below his ego.


Masks lined against the walls,
Masks for all to see.
Masks to hide behind
And prevent even more scars to cross over me.

I am Me,
Weak and tragic, but only to myself.
I cannot make my own happiness.
Only may I make others happy.
I allow them all to use me,
I sacrifice myself so they can abuse me.

I am depression and hatred.
I am lowly and despise myself most of all.
Forgive those who cannot understand,
Because truly,
I cannot understand myself either.


Masks lined against the walls,
Masks for all to see.
Masks to hide behind
And prevent even more scars to cross over me.

So ownlooker,
Who I am to you?
Which is the mask?
Which is reality?
Who am I?
Who am I to you?

Hey! Guess what?...I finally got to reading your latest two! =] YAY!

And of course, I love them.

Who Am I? is wonderful. Well written, but as for the content itself...there is no room for criticism. For it is all you. All that is you, and only you yourself know that. Course...as you said, even you aren't positive.

I'm sure I have masks of my own, but mine are quite as well defined as yours are, or as well separated. They blend together, and are all me. Though, there are only certain parts of myself I ever actually hide from others behind a mask.

I like that you are able to admit what you are and what you aren't, even the things that aren't so positive. Many people can't, and I admire that you are able to.

Someone Save Me

As I lie here, motionless,
I feel the weight slowly drift away.
All of the pain and sadness scatters to the winds,
But all of my past joys
Just seem to flutter and are blown away too.

I have saved many others,
And yet irony deems me a fit choice
As one who cannot save himself.
I feel pained and yet cannot escape helping them,
I feel drained and yet I am compelled to aid,
Even as I lie here dying with no energy to give.

Someone save me!
Someone keep me!

I beg and plead with those who seem to hear,
And yet I find that they are all deaf.
I beckon those who seem to see,
But they are too blind to truth.
I try to reason with them,
And yet they are too dumb to understand.

Someone save me!
Someone protect me!

They just won't let me die.
I feel attached to a great machine,
Forcing me to submit,
But no one seems to care to unhook me
And let me rest.

I love all of you,
But I have to let you go,
So that I may let myself go.

Goodbye,
And find strength in the knowledge
That you are all stronger than I,
A God,
A Hero,
A Man.
If only someone could have saved me.

I don't want to tell why I made this. It just came to me and it looks so much like a suicide note that it scares me a little. Probably would be if I were so creative in a moment like that, but I'm not. I would just leave a simple, "Love you guys and I'm sorry."
Eh, ooooh well. At least I could admit it. Can you say the same?

The Savage Garden

Knarled branches loom overhead
With vines hanging down like nooses at the gallows,
While the roots and grasses rise high
To trip the running and tired passerby.

None may pass without our knowing,
And just as a stream is quietly creeping down,
We shall hunt you, the poor unknowing.

Run! Run! Run for your life!
As this is our Heaven,
This will be your Hell!

This is the Savage Garden,
Where all is death
Save those who are the reapers.
Where strength prevails
And weakness fails.

Pay heed to the signs,
And all shall be well.
With each skull upon a pike,
And spine hanging upon a vine,
You should have known to turn back.

So trip and stumble on those roots!
Watch your head for the noose vines!
Watch your back!
But most of all, watch for the spike pits!

And so ends another life,
And another meaningless day.
Tis so normal here in our Savage Garden,
Our little piece of Hell,
Our Anti-Eden.

Boogieman's Lullaby

Horrors!
Terrors!
Nightmares!

The shocks in the night,
Hidden in the shadows.
They say to never fear the dark,
And they were right my child....
You must fear that which darkness hides.

Silence...quiet...dream, my dear child.
Sleep...sleep in your little bed,
Sleep to never wake again.
Your soul is mine!

They say it is nothing,
But they are so wrong, my sweet.
We are here to sing a lullaby to you.

So one, two, we're coming for you.
Three, four, crawling on the floor.
Five, six, and into the river Styx.
Seven, eight, straight to Hell's gate.
Nine, ten, never ever to wake again.

This was generally imspired by Midnight Syndicate's song "Born of the Night" and The Grudge (the scary s**t factor). Also, the last stanza was inspired by my love for the Nightmare on Elm Street series. (one, two Freddy's coming for you. Three, four, better lock your door. Five, six, grab your cruifix. Seven, eight, stay up late. Nine, ten, never sleep again.) Soooo, yeah. Hope you liked it.

The movie series that I had mentioned was the "Nightmare on Elm Street" series. And no, it was not the same night of inspiration. I had written it sometime earlier, and that last stanza was inspired by memory rather than me recently watching it.

Grave....well what can I say? It is a grave. Most think it is hell for the living because they don't know what to expect. All the living know is that the person is gone and all their memories, thoughts, their mortal coil....that is all replaced by a single cold stone. Said. Besides, the definition of hell is a "hole in the ground" but at the same time, in different context, it is a nightmare.

Savage Garden....kind of random. It just came up, then I turned it into a...dystopia...an anti-utopia. Everything is perfectly wrong...equally dark and evil. Hm... but yes. I like that it is more visually based than usual for me. Refreshing seems to be a better word actually.

The Hunt

Covered in Shadow's embrace,
I stalk her through the alleyways
Taking in her delectable scent,
And loving the sweet way she sways.
A bird's feather drifts to the ground below.

Tonight is the night,
That angels and demons alike,
Shall shed tears,
Because of the irony of it all.

Much to my disgrace,
She gets away always.
That is not what was meant,
Thus the wolf inside bays.
That bird's feather was of the crow.

Tonight is the night,
That angels and demons alike,
Shall shed tears,
Because of the irony of it all.

Through a window at a slow pace,
The way it was meant to be those last few days,
But my plans seem ever so bent,
And the wolf inside bays.
A falling feather of innocence lost though a crow.

Tonight is the night,
That angels and demons alike,
Shall shed tears,
Because of the irony of it all.

All is locked and she plays the card of spade's Ace,
And thus a wolf is caught anyways.
This cannot be how it was meant,
And the wolf inside and out bays.
That falling feather is that of crow but wolf though.

Tonight is the night,
That angels and demons alike,
Shall shed tears,
Because of the irony of it all.

"Finally have you my new pet.
Now come here to your new Master,
Lay with me and give me all of you.
I want your body, your soul, your very blood.
Obey and lay!"
With each feather torn, blood drops are shed.

Tonight is the night,
That angels and demons alike,
Shall shed tears,
Because of the irony of it all.

Delightful black feathers torn,
Colored only by pale flesh and red blood.
Each falling feather of innocence lost,
And each blood drop shed as is the cost,
For love and want deep can bury us deeper.

This is why the wolf cried out,
Right before he was bled dry,
And his husk cast out to feed the rats.

"The Tears of a Devil"

Looking into the night's sky,
A star falls to the ground below,
Even as it loved Him though,
He was cast from the Lord Most High.

As he fell from the light,
One could feel the tears,
As one could feel the passing of years,
Such was his heart so tight.

Fellow fellow, feel the tears of a devil,
One who loved his God.
Friend of friends, know that a devil may cry,
And fall, and fall, straight out of the sky.

Behold the Fallen Star!
See the Morningstar!
Feel his suffering and mourn mortal,
For only an angel could feel so scorned.

A light turned more to darkness.
A purity turned more to defilement.
A love turned more to hate.