Tag Archives: death

Ever wonder why there’s sympathy for the Devil

I don’t own Lucifer nor would I really ever want to… Angel, Morning Star, Prince of Darkness and all. Lucifer sat staring out over the windswept rock. It was a time of peace for him even after he’d fallen. Breaking … Continue reading

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Public Stigma and Reasons for Hiding

I speak often of the depression I suffer from. Sometimes it is in graphically descriptive terms as many of my posts are and other times it is plainly as this post is shaping up to be. I recently went very … Continue reading

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Strange sexual desires

I am redlining this for a reason. To all of my friends and family that may or may not be reading if you don’t like really strange and you don’t want to know things about me that are otherwise kept … Continue reading

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I Want – an ongoing story

Although writing is nothing new to me I only indulge in playing with fiction once in a while. Please please tell me what you think about the beginning I would really like a critique. I wanted to say that it … Continue reading

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Downward Spiral

A unique look at what wanders around in the darkness that is my mind. All of the slithering, slick things that twist and curl their way around important parts, beautiful memories. Corrupting them making them into something as dark and … Continue reading

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On the Edge of a Blade

My eyes slip closed and my head slips back with a soft thump against the concrete wall. I keep my eyes closed knowing all to well what I will see it is what my body feels right now. I want … Continue reading

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Hmm Hello There Allow Me to Introduce Myself

While reading over previous incarnations of introductions I realized that I have never actually properly introduced myself.  These are the things that I keep meaning to say but somehow get lost when I get caught up in writing. In a … Continue reading

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Not OK

He said he would love me but was scared of the 1% of the time I was crazy. So he doesnt want me. Why does that bother me? Because I don’t want me. No one does. Obsecro, mihi facultas videndi Deum angelis … Continue reading

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Daemonum vel angelorum videbo interficere

Deo placere percusserit me. Tolle quaeso mihi in amplexus tuos æternam. Adiuva me, etiam si mortuus est, ut moriatur ibi conjunctio lucifer. Vociferabor ad te opem. Non ego sum​​, da mihi amet sit. Eorum claritatem in videam bonum et malum … Continue reading

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A Night Like This

It is a night like this that I pace the house my mind not able to settle on any one thing. I close my eyes and I am somewhere else. Sliding back and forth between safety and sanity. I find … Continue reading

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