HLADMORAK-COLD SOUL, DARK MIND
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HLADMORAK-COLD SOUL, DARK MIND
And thus she saw Zhirem dead there on the chasm's floor. And she saw her life dead there with him.
Tanith Lee, from Death’s Master
I'm so sorry. I'd rather die than standing you being mad at me.
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"A LOVER'S PRAYER"
“A LOVER’S PRAYER”
At today’s last dawn, I see life so pure
I will give my vision to you
Can we survive creator’s world of haze?
Fated blessing, pondering our limited days
Will the gift come? I hear voices, so innocent
My glorious spirit, I will give you my eternity…
I see the hands which caressed the face of loveliness
So tenderly I bury evening, sorrowful sky with burgundy trees
We are our fate, a random thread…
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A Lonely Interlude
I spend my days trying not to wonder. How do you do it? This is what it feels like to wake up to a dream. It was real. You were here. The fact is, you meant every fiber that moved in tandem to every muscle in me, every interaction I've ever had, good and bad, lead to you, every blink of an eye, every coffee ordered, every song I've ever listened to, every lonely day, every single time I sat for a drink, every painting, drawing, every poem, every letter, every rose or flower I ever sent, every night you spent in my apartment, every thought, dream, and nightmare.
And then, one day you're gone. Like it never happened. This must be what it feels like to wake up from a coma. This must be what it feels like to have your soul escape your heart. This must be what it feels like to stray from the spaceship, floating away from the earth as an astronaut, doomed. To see everything distance itself without having a chance to fight back. Powerless, all the while helpless in knowing that eventually you'll run out of air.
Love escapes me in every way, shape or form. Now, I just have to accept it. Close my eyes, and try not to imagine it. Somewhere inside me, the fire has died out and only embers remain.
What does that mean? Especially when you're so confident in knowing those embers will eventually die out as well? Why are there embers still?
UNADULTERATED ANGST
I LOST A FOLLOWER AND IT REALLY SUCKS BECUASE I DONT HAVE LIKE ANY AND I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO BECAUSE I LOVED THAT FOLLOWER BECAUSE THEY HAD EXCELENT TASTE BUT I GUESS THEY DONT ANY MORE AND IM SAD.
I just finished OFF
both endings
and now I'm dead inside.
My Eyes Are Now Open
My eyes are now open.
I smell death.
The smell is coming from me.
How can this be?
What's that?
They're behind me!?
I turn around.
Nothing is there.
I look down.
My shadow is entwined with other shadows.
Fucking whore.
I fall down.
Sweat bathes the shadows.
Cough. Cough.
I'm choking.
I cough up maggots.
"Come back," I plead.
I'm alone.
Why is everyone walking past me?
I begin to laugh.
What's this?
Rip.
I throw the piece of flesh on the ground.
The maggots are coming back.
Yay!
I'm no longer alone.
"Come be with me."
It stings.
But the pain feels good.
I fall on the ground and lie on my back.
I hear laughter.
I turn to my left.
My shadow is laughing at me.
I think she's happy for me.
"I think that's enough, friends."
They don't stop.
"Stop!"
"I will die!"
My shadow turns toward me and whispers, "You're already dead."
I feel the wind hit my bones.
Make it stop!
The shadows merge together and produce a little girl.
What's going on?
She's a younger version of me!
"It's painful when you're slowly disposed of, isn't it?"
She smirks.
"This belongs to me."
She rips out my heart and eats it.
As the juice drips down her cold lips she says, "It was mine to begin with. You just stole it, you heartless bitch!"
I'm blacking out.
She puts her hands on my head and...
Snap.