FayteofAbel

The only way to live is to create. "The Bird of Hermes is my name, Eating my wings to make me tame." --The Ripley Scroll

The only way to live is to create

Heathen break before me, for you know no mercy and thus I know not sympathy.

Plague me with this desire must you! To have the heart conform and meld and change simply to meet this need to express, to describe. I desire, I desire a taste, A taste of this - this fire infested image with the cold biting into the soul, a taste of memory. Damn you... I've isolated myself because of this and none seem to know, so I'll show them this image if only to make them see. I am only me. ------------ I died inside so long ago - it was then that the spirit left me, the will to fight and without my knowing I bowed.

Dark - what the eyes portray as this image of the world - some desolate place that takes and meshes hearts together. ------------------ Demon, come forth and heed me. I know not of the world's sorrows or how they relate to me, but I know of her's. So give me strength and destroy darkness - my darkness is all too much. Behind those red eyes I hide, behind her's I seek to reside.