My Mask
My mask is my shell like being cursed by a spell it holds me and hides me like a caged soul chained and bound tied to this world unwillingly Bound by love bound by dreams Chained by hate chained by dispair But even if released Still...
Chronicles of the Blood Moon
The Begining of the End As I lie bleeding, I wounder why? I wonder, why I did this? Why did I go with her? But I realize now in a since, it was worth it. As she runs to screaming my name. I realize how serious this is and how I may not make it at all....
Kabuto: Chapter four: A More Human Life
My life from then on was very normal human wise I cut wood i learned how to cook and even learned english better. for two years, and I was aging slower now, but like all things it had its moments where I was almost found out. Some of the town folk were...