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The Lady in Black who stole my heart, her eyes screamed pain as she ripped it apart. Her tears showed me the many years of pain, she made me loose my mind, my thoughts insane. Your blood boils and cries out for me, but pain and death is all you see. Angels fall down one by one, heaven is gone, your God is done! Lost and forgotten in the dark, bitten by the devil, leaving his mark. She walks the halls in her long black dress, her face stained and her body a mess. She cries out demanding reasons, nothing replies but the changing of the seasons. What makes you think your better than her? Your nothing but a worthless fucking cur!! The Lady in

In my lifetime, I followed one simple rule, Killed or be Killed. Before that BIG ORB showed up... I had it pretty good ya know? Did my fair share of bar room brawls, and I also hunted..(heh..get it? Hunted since I'm a..never mind) for things..but don't call me a tomb raider...I'll sock your jaw for that one. Nowadays... Life is good..new tech and new guns comin out thanks to the friendly neighborhood floating beachball they call "The Traveler" (not such a unique name..is it?) So now I guess I'll gather some supplies and catch a flight over to Russia and check up on a lead I overheard before a bar fight last night...wild goose chase perhaps..b

Exo Titan .... ... .... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... I have no name..only a number...strung together by someone or something. Made to ease the casulties of the humans in times of war... just like the ones before me...and after me...but it is whats known as "The Golden Age"...supposedly a time of peace and prosperity..and something known as "The Traveler"....what is my purpose now? do i even have one? i do not remember anything about what i have done...im just....machine. I have had thoughts for some time now..but i cannot remember them...all the memory wipes....i know here in time....i wont remember this..but to be sure..i

Emptiness. Hate. Chaos. Life as i know it? Gone. Anarchy rises up. Lines blur between reality and fantasy. Fear. Boundaries crossed. Wishing for the final payment: Death. Midnight. Pistol. One bulet, chambered and waiting to be projected. The cold muzzle against my lips. A cold final kiss from an instrument of death. Hammer clicks back. Sweat pouring from my face. Note written to family and friends. Asking for forgiveness for what i've done in my life. Trigger feels like a long lost friend as my finger wraps around it. Taking one last look of my lover. Death claimed her only 24 hours ago. Accidental they said. Lies covered in lies. Cant live

Darkness. Cold and unwelcoming. Remembering past events of lifetime that led up to it. Namecalling, perversion, death, distrust. Others too evil to mention. Possible Larsony. Blood leaves the slits of a razor left on my skin. Pain converts into adrenline. Ready to conqure world. Hates daylight. Hates God. Satanism only possible option. Disreguards option because ultimate evil resides in me. Wants to escape. Forcing down to keep self in check. Unspeakable toture. Knives cut flesh tissue and bone. May suffer from dismemberment. Doesn't care for missing parts. Lost most important one: my heart. Life has no meaning for me. Wishes to die. Starts w

Blood on the ground, slashes cut into flesh, ripping souls from their person, haunting me in my mind, replaying over and over,driving me insane. My body covered in scars, some new some old, fear grips at me, sending me into a world of paranoia. Faces leer at me snickering at evil thoughts, hurting me mentally. Wishing at night that death would overtake. Fearing deathg because the dead would extract years worth of vengence. Walking on this planet, people give me looks that anger me, wishing me to be non-existant. Night. Surrounded by darkness, gun in hand, years and years of torment could be ended in one shot. Bullet tears skin, muscles, brain

Empathy. none. pain. plenty. falling down, don't know how long now. watching blood form droplets and fly into the sky. face matted with scars. world hates me. wondering why god hates me. fear. filled with dread about what to come. plenty of bad things have bequeathed me. theivery, murder, arson, others. trying to remember why i am here. pieces are forming. walking home from a "job". van pulls up. people jump me. dragged into alley. too dark to see faces. fists. feet weapons. possibly bats and clubs. internal bleeding defiently. wimpering from pain. conciness slipping away. tasting metallic substance. chloroform. knows this because clients pai

Chapter 1 As i went to my favorite wartering hole in the great city of New York, I had things that were peircing my mind. besides the blistering cold that is. As i neared Mickey's pub, i heard a familiar voice right outside the door waiting for me. Now Mickey's pub was just your ordinary hole-in-the-wall kind of bars that has been around for years then gets stuck between two buildings. "Hey Jackie! How ya been?" My best friend Johny Saluki said as we finally entered mickey's. "well the same as everyday just thinking what in the hell is going to  go wrong with my life." I said as we sat down at the bar and ordered us a couple of beers. "So h