• ~Believe in me,I've emptied my soul,Believe in me...~
    **Draven**

    ~I've killed this disease..Now time...~


    Inside a bathroom downstairs, The lights would flicker on and off. In front of the mirror stood the clown faced man, Hands braced around the edge of the sink. His eyes squinted in pain and suffering as a stream of black water ran down his cheeks. His teeth grit and his eyes opened, Only to see his reflection. He snarled, His right hand came up and hurled into the glass shattering it. Without a second though his right hand continued to bash into the glass. Eventually the glass was so broken and cracked, Smeared with red that it would appear a murder hand gone on. The tides of sin draw tighter and brighter. The hours become heavier and weighted. The shadow smile dark and wide. This is when hope and desire collapse. The arc of the dream descends into despair. Where innocent lovers dance like angels on fire. This is when the night comes down, A hammer on an Anvil. The only absolution accepted is a legacy of brutality. A single note ringing on and on and on.... The male's eyes closed and looked at the flickering image inside the cracks. Millions of himself, He screams and screams pounding his head into the wall until wailing phantom firetrucks pace across his vision. Pain is all. Pain is all he wants. Hate, Yes and hate. He shall never forget, and never forgive. His blood red vision would soon dull down as he simply began to shrink, Falling back against the wall, then curling up his hands locked around his knee's as the curled toward his chest. The clown visage of a face being pushed down into the knee's as the being wept. Here dwells a snake, One thousand miles long. Coiled one thousand miles deep. Eyes, Eyes like candy hard and blue,but soft as kittens feet. Out of sight or or in the element of light it could be a devil. It could be an angel. With spiders inside a vision from hell. It's spine is a vertical scream. Slow as concrete and as blurred as dream. It spins round and down on an axis of atrocity fueled by inertia. A twisted wreckage of despair and pain.The spiders inside are just praying for rain. killing time, Killing time praying for rain. One thousand miles deep....

    ~To shatter your heart...~
    **The Crow**

    ~Bringing you to your knees~