I brought this upon myselfe ?

Same words from the  saints   

outcast in their home

Not the perfect creation

locked in a closet I saw the fall of my salvation

 My fault that I turned into a sinner

 A child with a morbid imagintaion 

My fault that I was born into this world as a reject

Outcast,mistunderstood,hated, self-destructive,unloved,self-mutilation,suicidal tendences, forgotten,denial

Are all  of these the definitons of evil?

Im a douchbag

WHATever your calling me nowadays

Just label me

ah Humanity  

It dosent matter  if you get stabbed in the eyes

you were always so blind

Do you deny  ?

That  even you   believe in your own lies

Hypocricy

I read your bible  and so many pages  so many words like the other one I burned

So the creature of mass destruction was just a metaphor

There  is No heaven or hell 

hail satan

hail who ?

Just dress up and pretend

your so scary 

I thought you were cool , wearing  cloaks and pentagrams

I  was a fool and maybe I was  a tool

     Just a repeat   of  my story

religion or no religion

 you casted the first stone

Im not alone

 a hypocrite over a hypocrite

Still the same hypocrite

you criticize someone for doing the same thing you do

So kind ?  so wise ? 

you criticize

fooled me with  that  disguise

yep your hypocrite

maybe running away from all this shit made me  think

I dont need to fit in

Good or bad

black and white

I know what I am

life is full of chances

We write own fate  ,we drawn our own path

Im not pissed

your not missed

 treated me like dirt

now easy to ignore

your not in control anymore 

Not sad or mad

I love my punk  rocker  dad

Im still here

is the poet dead ?

oh dear

Im still here

Real monsters are the inspiation for fictional monsters

Maybe fiction is  just like relity

life is sometimes more stanger than fiction

Jack the ripper was a human being  not a fictional  character on tv  but he inspired the a fictional  monster , dr jackal and mr hyde just like vlad the empire was the inspiration  for  dracula .

Serail killers are  fascinating  , just looking at their victims , maybe this is a work  of art  . My obsession with death , the thrill I get from solving  puzzles , mysteries.

Maybe I could be a detective or serail killer     , maybe its a game like chess .  The winner is the one that says checkmate

 I think I want to be the detective because solving the crimes is more fun

Horror and erotica collide in three tales of blood soaked suspense

 I got volume 1 and 2 .  Fear girls is when gothic and vampire models strip nude and sometimes bite some necks and damn chicks look   hot in blood  

favorite models

xanadoll

taraRYZE

Lana and taya

http://www.feargirls.com/home.html

I hate that show true blood X(      please dont get me started by sending me stupid links

Lord of brutality !!!!!   did a  physcopath fairy just make my wish come true ?

Ill see you at megacon

http://www.megaconvention.com/view/artistguest/

http://www.tommycastillo.net/

The world makes you dig in and scrap and scrape for what you want and deserve out of life. Took me a few years to figure that one out. It’s not fair by far. Not at all and it still pisses me off……..but one learns to live with it. Deal with it and mold it into what you need out of life. Starting over, even in the smallest things, such as an online profile gives you a second chance to learn what to accept and what to avoid. Whats good and whats harmful. Life is full of chances, it’s what you do with them that counts.

Dont throw away any other artwork. Believe me, I’ve lost a great deal of art for various reasons and its not what you want to do.

Keep going forward. The people that give you shit and want to harm you, arent your friends. Thats reason even more to strive to make things better.

uniquevisions   Maybe I should send him a invite, I think he will like darkness forums because people on hear are   talented  

http://uniquevisions.deviantart.com/

Girl in the well

My name is Henry I don’t know if tonight I’m dreaming   but I heard singing   from the well.   Was it an angel OR A girl in the well?  

Girl in the well I can hear her sing, girl in the well day to night she calls for me in the midnight the girl in the well has me on a spell all I remember with a confused heart is finding me in the well,   inside the hole I must of fell. My lip bleeds, the    night is cold   I scream with all my might it’s no use;   no one can hear me in the night. It was like my echoes were    loud but   above the surface it is just silent.  The   pale moonlight shines in the dark hole I can see Cleary and notice what’s been in front of me. A  beautiful girl covered by shadows like a cloak her hair was like the darkness itself wrapping around me   ,   she came closer to me feeling me with her hands I felt her smooth skin .  She felt so cold and wet, she was naked and glaring at me with the blackest eyes I felt like I was hypnotized.  She licked her teeth that’s when I saw her fangs, she licked the blood   off my lips, the mysterious creature; I wondered if she was a ghost was she real? why dose she feel so unreal?    Fear didn’t stop me from being so drawn to her like lust has taking over.     In the Night she laughed in the night   I could no longer see the light. Biting down into my neck she was drinking me dry the blood no longer in my veins,   sin was lust in the darkness I soon turned to dust   .

Black rose

 Alison, I dressed up like cupid and shot her friends with arrows, the floors were red, the color of a heart.

Alison  Her roses were red   I always paint them black; yesterday she left without saying goodbye.  Did she leave because of our arguments?  Listening was something I lacked with that will she come back? , I came to her home, and saw another man sitting beside her bed. I only left a black rose on her door step, and left with no regret.  Love was dead and I knew she wasn’t coming back but I was glad that she was happy.  

Who could tell if the color of her heart was still red?   Saw the man take a knife out of his pocket, the devil in disguise could tell by looking through those shades I saw those glowing yellow eyes. Her back was turned looking through the window she saw me I waved goodbye her curtains had clear hearts and grey flowers now her curtains were painted red like her roses.   I can still taste that kiss   like strawberries so sweet but later that taste was sour like I said, love was dead.

Alone on a valentines day, Luke is my name,    Luke valentine 

I hate spam !    FUCKING spammers

i LIKE PIE

Probably been a  while