Lets all do the Time Warp
Set at 02:26 on July 03, 2009
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I am who I am.
I write and paint of the dark ones i see in my dreams.Only my eyes hide the pain inside.
The pain from always being alone.The cold lonely darkness is all that i know.
I have red hair, brown eyes and pale skin.
I an just anther pretty face in the crowd with black make-up and a story to tell.
I like amine, dark book and poetry,art ,rain,and most of all black roses. i love to be on stage.
What do I like? Well I enjoy reading, sitting in the moonlight, bondage and painting with acrylic and oil paint. I paint the holy Mother in all her forms. She is my main inspiration. I am a night witch and I will always be one. For as long as I can remember I was born into the night. From the moment I was born in her sweet embrace she has always whispered to me.
As for my name….well that is simple. My spirit animal is a tiger. I am told I act like one when I think no one is looking, and when they are I act like a kitten. I do not know if this is true or not. I know I have my moments when I feel like a tiger on the hunt, and others when I am playful like a kitten..
This is all I can think to put about myself. Feel free to ask me anything you like. All you must do is ask.
The Tiger
TIGER, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
Music
My Chemical Romance, Marilyn Manson, The Hives, Slipknot, Ozzy Ozbourne, Otep, Green Day, The Rocky Horror Picture Show, Metalica, Loser's Luck, Pink Floyd, A.F.I., AC/DC, Judas Priest, Kiss, The Used,Repo
Movies
Interview With The Vampire, The Rocky Horror Picture Show, Queen of the Damned, anime movies, Van Helsing, Dracula (all of them),Rent,Repo,
Television
Buffy, Angel, Slaves To The Metal, Steven's Untitled Rock Show, Inu Yasha
Books
Anne Rice, Laurell K. Hamiltom
Annabel Lee
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
Edgar Allan Poe
Heroes
Jean-Claude :P) Marilyn Manson, Johnny Depp, any hot goth guys, The Hives, the emporer of Japan (yeah, thats right, JAPAN, the EMPORER. muahahahah)
Dreaming of your touch
Skin soft and silken
Your arms enfolding me tight
Restraints you command
Bringing wicked delights
Holding me still as you plunder at will
Kissing and flicking
While I moan and beg for mercy
Quivering with ecstasy
With each pinch and lick
Craving your teeth sinking
Deep in my flesh
Marking me as yours
Each mark I adore...
I'm looking for my master and mate.
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