It always starts out simple,
maybe something sweet.
Just a little candy, no harm
at all.
...
Her soft petals reaching forth,
grasping my body and pulling
me into her sweet embrace.
...
My shadow withers around, an eater of light.
He is my plague and shadow,
the stalker in plane site.
...
It is everywhere,
always everywhere.
I see it trotting,
killing the earth beneath.
...
He flys in despair.
Acts as if nothings wrong,
like its a perfect sunny day.
Your wrong though, its
...
There's this thing, a thing I dream of
Most people call it nothing, but I, only
me, see it as something great. I see
it as my sacred white, my Sacre Blanc.
...
They call it happines...
Others call it stupid...
Maybe its not stupid but
...
Quick, deadly, precise.
The ultimate hunters.
No meer being stands in
comparison to the pack.
...
When darkness falls,
hell arise's. Shrouding
the world with the peace
of a silent beauty.
...