Biography of Vasto Grom
I am just a young man trying to make it in the world. It's been tough most of the time and it has taken its toll but I'm still trying. Over the years I've found myself not to be the most normal of people. I find that I am much more cold than most and even a little disturbed in the eyes of some. Honestly though, while I am a might twisted I am still a better person than most I know.
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Vasto Grom Poems
To The Fallen
Upon this beautiful web of lies I sleep and rest my head Unbeknownst to all the other The me they knew is dead
I have found myself to wonder Will my dark dreams tear me asunder What be it that causes this burning in my soul
Just End It
I hate this place I hate this whole race One person is all it took
Just like the sun rises and sets each day. So will my hatred continually eat away. Until everything is gone. And all that is left are the pictures I've drawn.
Is It Wrong?
Is it wrong to be so young and yet be so full of hate? Is it wrong that I can never stop telling lies so that no one knows how sad and lonely I am? Is it wrong that all I want to do is cry but can't?
When A Hero Comes
When a hero comes There'll be no more fear When our hero comes No longer will we shed tears
Still Botherin Me
I put a gun to my head Which was full of dread Knowing that I would rather be dead
If I Set The Demon Free
If I set the demon free blood would stain the ground he would kill those who get in his way to oppose him would mean a painful death
Free To Be Me
In a land full of crime and corruption where sorrow and suffering is common I am truly free
And slowly I wander this world that I know I find myself Dreaming that one day I'll go
Sayings Of A Twisted Mind
I died fighting a foe none other would dare. But death shall not keep me. For I shall return and be known as Nightmare. When the statue of the Virgin Mary cries blood and the cross turns black, I will return, I will come back.
I'M Baaaaaaack Hahaha!
Madness! ! ! Take me my sweet! My beloved madness! Return me to my feet! !
Once more I stare back upon my life And see all that I have lost Though I now stand tall and am beginning down the road of contentment
I was once asked what I thought of perfection, I replied 'I despise perfection for a truly simple reason. Mankind has always strove to better itself, to be greater than the last generation. But if perfection were to ever be achieved than that would be the end, no more room for improvement or imagination. To be perfect means to have nothing left to