This song was sent to me by Myrnda.
I've avoided using her name on my posts about her for a time, but we're past that now.
https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=r-JJZ0TfMBA
She feels that strongly about me, and I'm not going to fuck around hurting her feelings by tiptoeing around her suitors to spare their feelings anymore.
Tabby dude, you are part of the family. You love her, I love her, nothing is changing. And I don't mind fighting forever, it's more fun than loving you. But understand this, I do love you deeply. We've shared too much shit between us now for me to ever stop loving you. So fight. As hard as you like. And I'll be your buffer. I will take it all and love you both until this place dies, and whatever come after.
Tabby. You, YOU, gave me a song that makes my fires rage, RAGE, not in anger, or hatred, but in power, depth, love. I pull hell itself close to me when I sing for you, of you. I wish you could see, know. And you have no idea how much I feel when I sing. For you.
Your song will never be lost to me. It's inside of me now. I have others, for others, but this song is yours. I sing it, and it burns deep inside when I do. And now, I burn for you, for giving it to me. Did I write it? My fingers did, yet something else inside added the words.
Man. Thank you. Passion. Fire. Life. Beyond life. Beyond death. Beyond all.
Yours:
Take a beat buddy:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ctPtoSlXMrw&list=RDctPtoSlXMrw&start_radio=1
We begun,
When I joined VR anew.
It's divine,
Not so much you.
Yeah, I started posting and could see your games,
Every post getting fucked with flames,
Honor points attacked and shamed,
Even hit my profile's name,
You called me sicko, called me worse,
Hated blogs, you called perverse,
I simply laughed as I scrolled,
Trolling me your sad goal,
The **** *****, he started lies,
Because he thinks VR's his prize,
Now he's past his best shelf life,
And he needs to find a life.
I'LL WRITE A POST JUST TO MAKE YOU SEETHE,
TURN EVERY WORD INTO A WREATH!
I know its all about your fake teeth,
I don't bleed, I bleed for me,
Every step shows your poor aim,
Every lie is a poor claim,
And now your profile's overdue,
Oh look, you've gone and lost that too oo oo oo.
Take your ass off, you're a has-been,
You tried shit and you didn't win,
The games you play, you simple clown,
I'm always gonna be around,
I can hear your screams and boos,
It ain't my fault I lit your fuse,
We'll never share a moments love,
Yet we still fit here like hand in glove,
I run with demons in their fight,
You're not worthy of my sight,
I see the world through a purple hue,
And you'd leave me if you knew.
I'LL WRITE A POST JUST TO MAKE YOU SEETHE,
TURN EVERY WORD INTO A WREATH!
I know its all about your fake teeth,
I don't bleed, I bleed for me.
Your posts hold you in shame,
They tell me of your fake claims,
Go find a dentist's queue,
Because you have no teeth to chew oo oo.
End of the line.
I'm sure you'll taste awful dry.
I'll eat your bones wearing my black tie.
You're the last guy I'd want to drain,
Because your blood will taste of pain.
All this shit because I joined the Vampire Raaaaaave!!!
You need to get used to me,
Because you'll never see the back of me,
You'll age before I see youth,
I don't bleed, I bleed for me.
This website, I stick like glue,
On the Vampire Rave, It's me, and you.
There's no dept overdue,
I only feel sorrow for you.
Not a threat.
Not your enemy.
Just a blogger.
Someone new.
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I have an additional profile called N0MAD. It's fairly new but active.
I also own the Zulgorath profile on a lifetime membership allowing me to run both the 'Adain' and 'N0MAD' profiles within T&C. I've spoken to admin about this to make sure I'm doing things right.
I came to VR to blog, a little place I could journal where friends on the outside could read if they wished, but I'm involved in VR life now, and it is a life of sorts. I spend time here. I love here, and some of the people here I care about as deeply as the people in the outside world.
Three profiles and a coven now. On reflection seems a bit much. I think my N0MAD profile needs to go bye-bye soon.
I'm a pupil of The Nightshade Circle, I like the sound of that! It sounds spooky!
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I have a protection stamp on my profile. It means the world to me, because the most important thing I've ever come across in the world is love, and that is what the stamp signifies. Love care and protection.
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My little bat has been given a new home in my portfolio. I'm sure plenty will say 'What's this dude going on about?' It's just a picture of a bat!' Nope. A friend sent it to me shortly after a conversation we had at a time when I needed cheering up, so it matters. Anyway, I had to make some room for the ladies above, so my little batty bat is flying around my portfolio now. Go and see him. He loves company.
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I have been offered help to make my profile look prettier. Thank you. It's deeply appreciated. Of course, it is. Offering me that kindness means a lot to me, and if you know me, you know it does.
However I prefer my profile how it is. Simple and to the point.
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I care about and respect many of the regular members who post to the boards at the Vampire Rave.
Friends are welcome to my time and my inbox.
What I type below is for the fuck-wits:
If you message me, asking for weird shit, and we haven't already established meaningful contact on the public boards or through engaging in comments on my journals, I will delete your message and not reply. Even if we have chatted on the boards, and you rock up to my inbox asking for weird shit, your message is getting binned, no question.
I'm not looking for girlfriends, boyfriends or something-inbetween-friends. I don't want to drink your blood, share my blood, or do anything other than blog. I can't summon the devil, I'm crap at small talk and there's nothing you need to say in a message to me that you can't say on the boards — unless you come bearing gossip, info' or other tales of interest. And don't make shit up. I'll know!
It may seem harsh, but I'm not going to pretend the site isn't saturated with fuck-wits. And I'm tired of the sock puppets and fakers messaging me. It's time consuming and tedious. You may be awesome, but I'll probably never know. If you must get to know me, find me in my journals.
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F.A.Q:
Why have I rated my own profile?
I was playing around when I joined and didn't know what anything was. If I'd known I couldn't remove it I'd have fluffed myself up with a nice comment as well.
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And no, I didn't rate this profile with my Zulgorath profile. I wasn't in the driving seat then. You think you're confused Lol. Join the club haha!
