by Ash | Jun 13, 2010 | The Prophets
The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: a human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him, a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is... by Ash | Jun 13, 2010 | The Prophets
I have seen crocodile tears flow from the eyes of a heartless bitch. Falsehood veiled by make-believe remorse just to trap the unwary fool. Do not take my kindness for my weakness for I have wrath kept inside a silver jar waiting to be unleashed. I am a lie, a liar... by Ash | Jun 10, 2010 | The Prophets
If only it was that easy, sending this personal invitation to Azreal scribbled in tainted blood and gold… A holy oath made from the bottom of the heart to never come back or wear the skin of the walking dead… We are a nation of corpses rudely interrupted... by Ash | Jun 4, 2010 | The Prophets
You would think that there is no way in HELL its possible to break something that is already broken. I assure you that it can be done. It can be done by grinding tiny shards of glass into white powder that cuts into your eye. The more your rub it in, the deeper it... by Ash | Jun 2, 2010 | The Prophets
The serpent didn’t help for the demons didn’t sleep; its time to give in to the rage. All the names, all the faces roaming these halls are but facets of a soul broken into shards of glass; I will take on the demon form of the jester child tonight, creep up... by Ash | Jun 1, 2010 | The Prophets
Feeling positively homicidal tonight, so I went to feed the serpent of the rainbow. Took all the fire in my belly and threw it into the pit, laughing at the sky like a demented old crow. I watched the white heat of my anger burn bright as it fell; uttered a word of...
