|Rather than simply assume that everyone knows the great Lord Vespertilio, as I normally do, I suppose I shall introduce myself. You may call me V, if you are so inclined. I was given to this world nearly two decades ago, an old soul to taint yet another body. Or, if it makes you feel better, just think that I am a presumptious brat. I'm a pansexual, a goth, and a hard person to know. No morals, no ethics, no cares. And NEVER any regrets.|
|Now, now, that seems a little harsh. No morals? Absolutely no cares? Perhaps it's best to view it this way: I know who's number one. And there's nothing I wouldn't do to further my own ends. I'm not evil, not by a long shot, just too self-focused for me to ever truly join society.|
|The easiest way to see into the depths of my mind is through the poetry that makes up my journal, and has kept me grounded through some of the more trying moments in my life. I do so dearly love feedback on it; it amounts to the same things as telling me I've a beautiful soul.|
|Who's to blame for this terrible life gone awry?|
Perhaps there is no real blame, but it is the fault of I.
So, as the years pass, the story dies, and only the tale remains,
Maybe it will be the spark that ignites another's pains.
So when you cry out at night that you are all alone,
When you learn that love will leave when all is said and done,
Know that I've already traveled this path my friend,
Know that I'm still waiting for company where the path ends.
|More poetry awaits those with the inclination to enter my journal. Do tell me which is your favorite. Does the walker chose the path, or the path the walker?|
|Take nothing for granted. Especially with me.|
The lovely picture in the background is the Vampire Don. The first two pictures are of my own crazy self. Shiva from Final Fantasy VII follows, then the character Sabriel from Garth Nix's lovely novels. The words are my own, as it should be.