BatWing PreviewA young widow looked up into the approximate face of a humanly shaped shadow on the wall. The figure, half envelopled in darkness, half by moon, shown unmoving from the entrance. After several seconds, he emerged. It wasa young boy, by the looks of it, though his face told a thousand tales, and his eyes an eternity of sorrows. The pale skin of the boy seemed to glisten by the light of the moon, at least, what was showing of it. He wore a short sleeve black T-shirt, with a cape overflowing his shoulders. It kept contact, only by the gold chain attached to it that was clipped together 'round his neck. A black hood caused his silvery hair to thrust over his right eye, so that only the left side of his face was visible. The side revealed one brilliant yellow ete. He looked at the woman, his leather-covered hands and cloth less arms crossed together. Now as flickered with the sway of his hips. It was covered in loops; the loops were filled with silver. Spikes, stakes- he'd even a holster at
DownFall Fall FallThey all will fall.One By OneRevenge is bitter sweet.BloodS p l a t t
GoneKiss me so, kiss me tender.Love me though your heart beats no more.Hold me tightly, hold me soft.Stroke me with cold frost stricken hands.Whisper quiet, whisper kind.Tell reassuring words.Kill me -blood shed- me through.Take and tear my heart in two.Murder all you see and fear!One day fate shall repay the favor.Ash and bones and hate and rot.The great Ra fades to night,and dark begins again.
Fire and IceFire and IceThough my heart desires,more than our kin.I'm content with my sins.I'm a bear, while you are a bird.You're free to soar,this I adore.Yet I lye caged,purely enraged.For in my core,I yearn for more.I only wish you'd see what you are to me.But now I understand,you are ice whilst I am a flame.Our love is throughly banned,so contained must remain my desires.
EmptyEmptyMommy, why doesn't daddy love me?Because you're not worth it.Daddy why doesn't mommy love me?Because you're worthless.Here I sit, what am I worth?As much as the dirt? Or as much the sky?I ask a question though I know the answer.What is "worthless"?Is it when you haven't a chance,Or when you're not given one?Is it when you've earned no worth?Or when you haven't received it?What have I done? What heinous crime?Is it how I act, or how I say?Is it what I do, or how I play?Mommy's gone now. Daddy is, too.Friends, I have none, save for these few.Creations of my mind, and cloth, and fluff.Mother, and Father, along with all the rest.They care for me when I'm sick, and hug me when I'm sad.For that's what I've heard parents are supposed to do.Though they are but my hallow creations, they comfort me through confrontations.Here Mother and Father are at my side,Loving me,Caring for meMy dolls and IAnd here I'll be until the day I die.