The night smelt of fire as the cool moon casted over the red rood forrest, mad men run free with the tigers, sane men run with the elk. oh lost love where could you be? the fire is pushing shadows amongst the dull curved trees playing deep illusions on my mind, sickening me time threw time.

I write for my strange obsession for the darkness that lingers from the Gallow of my mind.
I write for me, I write for you.
I write for the comfort it gives me, like a soft velvety hand but instead... A pen.
I write to see the night threw.
I write for the thoughts which would classify me mad in daily conversation but when it's poetry...... It's nothing but a poem.
I write to express my feelings when I'm longing for love or fear.
I write to hide from reality
I write to stay real.
For those who ask why I write I'll probably just say, I like to,
But for those who want to know the truth... I'll write it for you.

Blood fills the streets.
today a lost exile returned, cold blooded ****** he showed .
Dark shadows have casted and it seems we are lost.
will the sun ever shine again in the purple region?
it seems night has lasted for months.
SOFT ASYLUM he cried!.
i must leave, the the night but it seems…. i am lost.

She swims under the city of mad, like a dark fallen angel.
leaping into souls, awaiting to come out of exile.