I'm a lone wolf and content with solitude. I struggle to meet people I genuinely like or connect with. Underneath the cold exterior beats a warm and passionate heart - get close enough and you may feel it's resonance  I believe the truth will set you free. I struggle with black moods due to depression. It can be hard to keep my head above the inky depths. Facing what consumes you is the only way to be free. My favourite colours are green and black. I'm an animal lover and prefer them to people. My favourite creatures are cats, giraffes, wolves and red pandas  I have a huge interest in film, music and art. My taste in all three is rather eclectic. I LOVE Star Wars  Search your feelings, you know it to be true.  "He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster." ~ Friedrich Nietzsche |
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The Hanged ManWhen she leaves. Pack importance neatly away, Strike dumb the dialogue, Blur the details, Lay dreams in the dark. Dismantle the stage, Make each player retire, Tear up scripts, Hush all ad libs and quips. Expunge apes and their noise, Stamp on all of the toys. Kill stone dead my desire, Let all souls expire, Though no beauty awaits, Beyond pearly gates. Just kick out the chair, Let me swing in dead air.The Hanged Man
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DichotomyBooks on the shelf, Each story unwritten. Lips form the words, Yet don't make a sound. An ocean in motion, Without ebb, without flow. The second hand ticks, But duration lies dormant. As new seasons turn, Neither bloom nor decay. The sun shines unbridled, Yet I feel not it's touch. Living a life, Without existence.Dichotomy
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Til The EndTogether, They resist annihilation. Through night's last reign they tread, Impervious. Two against the world, Til the end. Needless circles of protection, Drawn around his supergirl, Deconstructing loneliness within. She handles everything else. Lifts the stars from their hooks, Lays the cosmos to rest.Til The End
His confession, "It was always you." She smiles.
One last kiss, Deeper than hell, Twice as hot.
Let the bombs fall, Turn to ashes one and all.
Mutual atomic bliss.
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The Illusion Of DefeatSenseless dreams slither silent within, As night howls - Tied like a dog in the yard. Rain hammers strike to flatten all hope.The Illusion Of Defeat
Elusive thoughts devour all sleep, Such somber decay. A shadow runs throughout my days, Bleakly still beneath these sheets.
Shallow breath so fruitless, Triumphant in futility. Finding moments forever past, Lost beyond the reach of years.
With defiant heart so open, Living sweet and low, My need for you so wanton, With tomorrow's dawn you'll know.
by ~mrmonst3r
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- Current Residence: United Kingdom
- deviantWEAR sizing preference: XL
- Interests: Star Wars, Cthulhu Mythos, music, film, gaming
- Favourite movie: Star Wars: Episode V - The Empire Strikes Back
- Favourite band or musician: Type O Negative
- Favourite genre of music: Metal
- Favourite artist: Shepard Fairey
- Favourite poet or writer: H.P. Lovecraft
- Favourite style of art: Dark and beautiful
- Operating System: Tower Of Power
- MP3 player of choice: iPod
- Wallpaper of choice: Dark Elf (Warhammer Online)
- Skin of choice: Cloaked in shadow
- Favourite game: Warhammer Online
- Favourite gaming platform: PC
- Favourite cartoon character: Ren Hoek
- Personal Quote: "Cool beans"
- Tools of the Trade: Misery and heartache
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Pain Is Ammunition
I'm trying to stay active and divert any negative energy into my work. Seems like everytime I specifically sit down to write - my mind just goes blank 
More often than not the right words come to me when I'm doing something completely different. Inspiration struck whilst I was drifting off to sleep a few days ago, so I forced myself to wake up and write everything down. I take my notebook everywhere with me these days, just to capture such elusive inspiration.
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"What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset." Crowfoot, Blackfoot warrior and orator 1830 - 1890
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"What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset." Crowfoot, Blackfoot warrior and orator 1830 - 1890
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