Hi My name is Cara. I am an 18 yo girl that is just trying to scrape by in life. I'm a human with supernatural powers and can move things with my mind. Yeah so I'm kind of a freak you could say. I like to read, write, listen to music, and watch anime. I don't have friends in high places, but I do have friends in the down-world that can kick your ass. So just go ahead and try me if you dare. Oh yeah I also like video games and hell no I'm not giving you my user name on my network. But besides all that. I am really a nice person if you treat me right. I will never reveal my face, I have a right to that and am sticking to it. I am here for fun not friends. But knowing life's twists and turns, I guess I'll have no choice will I.
The Bands that I like are listed here:
Three Doors Down
30 Seconds to Mars
Play Radio Play
U2
Breaking Benjamin
Senses Fail
Nine Inch Nails
Metallica
Limp Bizkit
Linkin Park
Marilyn Manson
And there are just so many more to name!!! there has to be thousands of bands that I like, I'm just to lazy to list all of them. But these bands are the ones that top all of them.
Oh how the mind is a beautiful thing. It can take us the highest places.
Or throw us to the deepest realms of darkness. No one knows what lies within a humans mind. But sorrow and greed. And envy for the other. But not I. I seek a different path. The path of in between. On the samurai’s sword. A balancing act of two entities. Between light and Darkness I drift
Seeing things that should be unseen. Demons, monsters, vampire, werewolf. Everything that is unholy. To this…thing they call earth. We have desecrated it. As sin has desecrated us. With lust and power. Talk to god as if it was real. They tell me that these are the words. Of a damaged mind. But to me, this is…Rebellion. Against a world that chooses to hate me. For me and my kind. The wasted youth of yesterday.
We do not rebel…But listen instead, to the lies and deceit.Of everyday people. This is my song. A song sang by a…Beautiful mind.
…..burned at the cross
Burned at the cross
Burned……at the cross
Silence………….
An angel cries. A demon dies. The flower blooms black. Velvet, cold, and soft. A girl cries for her mother. In the darkness of night. She searches in the forest. Where she finds her. .Splayed out like a fashion model. Speckled in small drops of red. Becoming thicker to where, there is a hole in her chest. Where a beating heart should be. The girl went to knees, and began to cry tears of sorrow. She heard foot steps behind her, becoming alert almost immediately. She turns to face the nameless fiend. He stands before her. A knife in his hand. Smiling wickedly down at her. His face distorted and dark, With a pair of yellowed cats eyes to match. “You child,” He says in a grumbling voice. “Are you the babe of…this woman?” he asks licking his lips. She nods subconsciously, and the man approaches her. Raising the knife. She screams letting out a shout that calls for help. But help will not come. She picks up a sharp stick as he brings down the knife. She rams it into his chest. Spraying black Icor onto her small, innocent face. He looks at her, no longer smiling but gritting his teeth in anguish. His eyes express anger as he drops the knife and falls to ground. She sits there shivering, cold and scared. A warm glowing light appears next to her. The girl looks up and sees a beautiful woman with white wings, tears rolling down her face. “My child, I am deeply sorry. “ she says kneeling before her. “But you have cursed yourself unlike your mother, to be deaths harbinger.” She says. The angel couches her back and kisses the girls cheek. A warm feeling spreads across her back and new wings grow out. The angel disappears leaving her to deal with her new powers of death. She touches her wings, they are black. The color of evil and darkness, and above all, the unwanted. A kitten appears from the bushes, mewing and walking towards her. The white booted cat sits in her lap. Yellow eyes so much like the demon she had just slayed. Little does she know is that it is deaths companion, the only living thing she is allowed to touch without killing. She holds its small body tight and says….”I will never, let you go.”
