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Through the Pain
I'm different. There's a darkness that stirs restless in my soul. It craves blood and violence then feeds off of my anger and despair. I can control it... most of the time. I can starve it, but I cannot starve myself. Because it's not just the darkness that craves these things... I do, too. My mother grounded me and helped calm the storm, now she's dead and everything changed. My life is now lived through red hued glasses and anger simmers just under the surface. Until him... Now my dark soul craves his and I won't let anything come between us, even if I have to kill... with my bare hands.
Sing Me a Song
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Sing Me A Song
Tempest SkeighIt's addicting.The pull of a melodic beat as it teases your body into moving, The heat of your skin as it warms under the eyes filled with lustful intent, And the rush of your blood as you bare your soul.Dancing has always been my life,No matter if it's on a pole or a stage.It was supposed to change my life and take me to better places.Instead, it threw me into his clutches and I can only hope to escape with minimal damage.Raiden JamesIt's addicting.The sounds vocal chords can make as they vibrate with song or scream,The tip of a sharpened blade as it sinks into flesh,And the gentle caress of blood as it coats your skin.Singing on stage has been my life,But the promises I made in exchange for fame are daunting.Now my vengeance is close at hand and my foes are lined up in a row.Then she drops in my lap and it takes everything in me not to slice her open, Just to coat my skin in her blood.
A Dead Ship in the Deep Black
Rule number 1: Whatever you do, don't open the box. Well, that’s rule number two actually. Rule number one is don’t take salvage jobs from people who’ve tried to sell you to an Antillian bug salesman. Neara “Tink” Bell is used to a life of odd jobs and even odder crewmates, working as the engineer and all-around fixer on the cargo ship Lyra. But when the ship picks up two new crew members and a salvage job on a third-rate space station, things go sideways in a cosmic way. Alek Wa is on the run. And he’s pretty sure he can hide amongst the motley crew of Lyra. But that’s not the only reason he’s on-board. He has a mission. If only his minders had told him what it was. Captain ...
His Affliction
I heard he was crazy, that his feelings were all dead. I heard the bad things he did was because of the monster in his head. He likes to deal out pain, reveling in his victims' screams. He likes breaking hearts, ripping them apart at the seams. Everything became better, because he went away. But none of that mattered, since a part of him stayed. Now he's back, looking for what he left behind. They all whisper the same things, about his affliction of the mind. People say he's broken, this man Brody Landry. But I think he's beautiful, a perfect Prince for me
Finding the Light
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Desecrated Flesh
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Into Darkness
It's coiled so tight. Wrapped around my very soul, the tendrils of hate burning incessantly as they burrow deeper. The darkness has claimed me for its own... and I refuse to disappoint it. The blood of my father has coated my hands along with a few others, but I won't stop now. This is only the beginning and I have a list of wrongs that I need to make right. I will do anything to protect the ones I love... even if it means more blood on my hands.
Claiming the Reaper
The Reaper is out for blood, How fast can you run? You've taken something that isn't yours, When will you learn? There's nowhere you can hide, What choice do you have? She can smell your fear, Who can help you now? You can't avoid the scythe, Why do you even try? Family is who you make it and I've discovered blood means nothing, Not unless I've slipped my blade into flesh and drawn my scythe with it. Just when things were starting to look up and all the pieces of my fucked up life were coming together, I'm once again thrusted into a war and this time I'm taking no prisoners. This is it, the final showdown, My scythe is sharpened and my boys are by my side. We might just find ourselves dead but not before I've drawn my scythe on every one of our enemies' foreheads.
