My name is, Soul Embraced Death. I live in Arizona. My family abandoned me. I am ugly. I never go out in the day. My face and body can never been seen by mortals. I am neither dead nor am I alive. I have never been able too see the sun. I cannot see my self. I'd rather be dead. I have chosen many of my paths, but I never chose my life. I cannot change who I am. I am a person one would look at and say, "What the f*** is that?!" and run away. I am sorrry these are my only words to you, but I can't show my self until... I feel like going on a killing spree. Yes, I am a killer, but I won't kill you. If you anger me, no one will see the light of day. I live by these words alone: We are born crying, live complaining, and die disappointed. I have one rule: Don't scream.
Screams are attached, like many other things, as either a cry for help, a cry of pain, or simple enjoyment. Disappointment is as many pother things in this world, common. Crying has many attechments to many, many emotions. Death. How common is it that I see death? Every day. People die left and right as I come strolling through town. I have learned to live with that.
Things that I see are as common as death and crying. One of the most common things I see is disgust, along with hate, sadness, anger, depression, and the common, "Sheild your eyes!!!"
I hate my self, that is why I kill.
My name is Death.
 xxSoulEmbracedDeathxx · Tue Jun 03, 2008 @ 12:49am · 4 Comments |
