The trasformation of Odine

   Simple living and innocent being is
what i was seeing,
peaceful swan was my wan,
one bad day all it takes
for the journey from white to black.
The surrounding evil at its excruciating will.

Dark was overtaking the white king,
when thorns of black wings bring,
red tears wear the new me,
few days all it take for the transition.

Devil's double was exhibiting.
extracting the color from dark lor,
stronger it became.

Killing every extract of the white swan,
spread its wings,
ready to be the king of everything,
poisoning the fellow being
viciating, creating and retaliating later...

The ghost of love

Give birth, oh sweet maiden of death .. don't wait for another to stand your ground. Give birth to Lucifer's feelings within you , and kill loneliness as it cries in a dark forgotten grave, give birth and squeeze down the unborn that gave you sorrow and forget about the pain of feelings ... close your eye in complete bliss for who loved you shall always return .. to be in constant need to remind them your existence is another pathetic excuse to begin with  ... oh my maiden of death to what extent are you naive? to what extent will you lead this never ending torment? to what extent will love still strive in your veins? ...    

(My Euphoria) Red september 3

So maybe I'm a masochist, but i always knew someday my bloody desire will lead up to trouble. It was a fine day while i walked by the river quite a warm afternoon. I've already massacred the first 4 victims and was feeling satisfied so far, watching the river flow soothed my minds as the image of blood running down that old river is just a beautiful image I've pictured a thousand times. While i was wondering and daydreaming , i saw an unfamiliar sight at this time of day , mostly the river side is empty and deserted by this time , but here i am staring at a not so familiar gorgeous face. I froze as i met the gaze of this beautiful stranger , his eyes so mezmorising dark and saw rite thru me , i think i was having a hard time breathing , could it be my silly feeling creeping up on me again , or is it nerves since no one really notices me as i walk anywhere , all i knew is i was feeling butterfly's in my stomach form just a simple gaze that came from him ... i noticed i was staring as he was saying something couldn't really make out what it was that's being said , as i was too busy trying to balance my clumsy feet at the rocks , and to my bad luck and horrific left feet i was starting to slip .... It was going in slow motion even when i didn't want it to go in slow motion , like my vision suddenly vibrated to another dimension where i saw a simple story flash before my eyes , its beautiful really as i envisioned this ancient priestess princess and her warrior beloved standing together .... The princess arms him with a lance then she places a crest on his helmet , it is blue and gold - a token he will as he defends her honor in her fight. He is proud , his warhorse is a unicorn , his squire a monkey , cavorts at the bridle. She sews a gold symbol on a blue trappings: an armor nothing can penetrate. he holds aloft a lance, then in rides the challenger , a bull on the back of a goat , gauntlet and insult are exchanged , on the bulls shoulders a vulture cackles, the unicorn and rider shiver. a pageant arrives to referee the joust, first a fox trailing a scarlet cape from its neck is led in by a gorilla on a stage outflanked by a rabbit and a hare dancing flag dances. Around the arena thumbs a wildman horn on his head and as in his hand , a wildwoman rides in on the back of a griffen , she waves effigies of men and women , the winter trees are black with rooks, banners in red and gold and blue stream from poles brandished by bears. a trumpet heralds the contest . from one side of the field he spurs the unicorn , from the other the bull snorts at the goat . dead center on a raised dais , the princess sits with her hands on her lap the back of her right hand is in the palm of her left , she has an overview of the contest and the whole grotesque tournament.

Firefly

like a spark one minute its lit the other its gone just like that!! We as soul beings are exactly like a spark, made to visit the world with time being our enemy and friend. We lite the place up to bring beauty warmth joy.  We occasionally start a fire , its an accident really, mostly it portraits an image that dear precious life is only but a dream. In truth there is love and in lies lays deception. the human mind is a beautiful machine powered by thoughts, memories and people that enter your life to imprint part of their soul within you. Live life! don't be a stranger but be one with mother earth as she gives you life for it is her that shelter you feeds you, isn't that a functional mother in your point of view ? or is it cause u never felt her presence or noticed her? it might be that u think of her so rarely.... Here come real stars to fill the upper skies, and here on earth come emulating fireflies, that thought they never equal stars in size, and they were never really stars at heart achieve at time a very star like start. only, of course they cant sustain the part.

Red september 2: Murder in the dark

The murderer may or may not hide the person they just killed ! in my case i knew someone else was to take the blame so i didn't bother hiding her. Its like this dark intuition that planed everything ahead and knew whats going to happen even before it happened. Yes, in a sense it felt so liberating to be capable of exploring taboo. But then again it was the start of a day i believed i no longer walk amongst the human kind and what i am became lost in the abyss of this person that I've  become. i wasn't walking home i was levitating from all the numbness and gruesome images I've endured. the depraved and sad life i once lived is no longer existing I've already took the number 1 step to salvation all that's left is for me to continue walking the path of a dead soul. i remember wondering , what if i didn't do what i did would i still feel this amazing? or would I've gone doing the same old boring routine i do every single day for the rest of my life? can i ever meet this person that i stole this life style from or what i did will end up unfound and forever hunt  me? Questions seemed to invade my brain and the answers are extremely simple, for it is lost in the depths of the unknown. all i know this is the new dawn of a new me ready to start a fresh new beginning as someone who will forever be remembered as the silent white coated monster who murders in the dark.

Life's Candle

 Life:-

"Turn her over a candle is lit i see thru her blow it out and save all her ashes for me. Curse me Ive sold her when theirs a  poison that runs its course thru her. She has pale whit skin with strawberry gashes allover. he watch me fault her and said your living like a disaster then she said kill me faster i have strawberry gashes allover!
Called her over and asked her if she was improving she said feels fine its wonderful wonderful here. Hex me Ive told her that i dremt of a devil that knew her as i lay quiet waiting for her voice to say something. She said somethings you loose and somethings u just give away. scold me Ive failed her if only i had held on tighter to her pale white skin that twisted and withered away from me way from me. he watched me loose her its almost like loosing myself  i said give her my soul and let them take somebody else get away from me"

 


To some life is a mystery and death is an unwanted enemy! to others life is a stranger passing by and death is an old friend you haven't seen in while. The point is every human has a different view on how this trail works. eventually humans surrender their known present self to a higher existence that a few understand. theirs an issue humans doesn't want to admit to themselves , and that's life as we know it is only a few amount of years it could be even less then the money we spend in a day! 
then why is it that humans think they will live forever and actually never think of death but, from one moment to the next, nobody knows what will happen. A person could be alive and well one moment and dead the next, this shows the value of life and the uncertainties of death. Death is "the grate unknown" and that's why its intimidating to the point of obsession. 
As a matter of fact it so happens to be Its the only time where theirs no discrimination no conflict no hatred between one another. We all will lay 6 feet underground all will have our remains scattered all will turned to bones or ashes all will become one with earth and all will rise from that same earth in one day to meet with our fate. we are all going to die simple as that so it is very equal to some extent , death will happen to all of gods creation however the question is can we live properly? Properly as in living life and enjoying life, a balance between your soul and mind and body. Most get sucked in by their surroundings and thoughts eventually loosing their focus in what their instincts believe in.
"I am determined to live" should be a motto to go by and the fact that simple words mostly always hold a grate meaning. so lets keep it stress free and simple continue to live and be happy its what really matters doesn't it ?

Red September part 1

The year this story takes place is the year nearly everything happened to me. it was the year i moved from the city to a backward god forsaken town!! for my parent to drag me all the way to nowhere well its certainly NOT a dream come true !! It was the year where my father discovered an itch that later became cancer and soon took all his hair and his life away . It was a year a serial killer wearing a white suit roamed the country side  leaving pretty young girls dead in the corn fields but mostly it was the year i tried to be someone else and went insanely  head over heels for love. i don't know whether it was a fantasy or a never ending nightmare it seemed like the whole world was about to end. in the beginning i didn't see any of this in my future i just crossed an x on my calender and suddenly i was this new girl in a new town that no one noticed. i don't know why the idea came to me when it did but i instantly knew it would make life more interesting . Don't we all wanna be somebody different sometimes? someone smarter, sexier and bolder then we really are? or maybe it was just that i looked in the mirror and saw someone who's just as sad and lonely as me. Its like i have so much love to give but no one to give it to, or maybe i just went a little crazy. For a while there it seemed like craziness is in the air we where all just breathing it in . standing there in the middle of the forest all the life suddenly went out of me and i was demoted from hero to victim but with that shift of responsibility came a grate peace that im finally where i belong. distant but close to paradise , closer then i can ever knowingly admit to myself . Yes that was the day i fell in love with the murderous ego inside of me. The day where i slowly discovered that little girls insides , the day i cut open my first victim .....