Current Residence: College -.-
Favourite genre of music: Any/All
Operating System: Windows 7
MP3 player of choice: VLC
Favourite cartoon character: Freakazoid
Personal Quote: I lost my teddy bear, can I sleep with you?
My Forbidden AngelIn a dark and twisted place,My Forbidden Angel by Knoxontholos
I find myself wanting your warm embrace.
Always there but never here,
Your arms around another - I fear.
While parts of me do sit and squat,
Other parts connive and plot.
For these parts have yet to learn,
I cannot get that for which I yearn.
So I wait and try for new,
Yet my thoughts lie on you.
But what's this, a gleam of hope?
"Nonsense", my mind says to cope.
She's nice, she's sweet,
She's terribly neat.
She's far, she's near,
She's right here.
Yet, behold, the thorn revealed,
An arm around her shoulder appeared.
And so the cycle shall repeat,
I might as well admit defeat.
The darkness closes in upon my mind,
It seems I am in the tightest bind.
I've added another to my list,
Of those who I've narrowly missed.
A list of what, you may ask?
A simple but important task.
The things that make my heart so painful,
My forbidden angel.
Written In Forgotten MemoryWritten In Forgotten MemoryWritten In Forgotten Memory by Knoxontholos
It's seven o'clock,
I've lost my rock,
The pit opens beneath me.
I fall in,
Through fear and sin,
What if I don't want to be free?
The deed is done,
The clock's now one,
It's all acted like a key.
And now they're back,
My mind is under attack,
Slowly I'm no longer me.
Will I think,
Or will I sink?
Only time will see.
FoAaN: PrologueFather of All and NothingFoAaN: Prologue by Knoxontholos
Thunder rolled through the dark night. On the beach, the sea roared against the sands with all its might. Tornadoes touched down all over the country side. The entire world shook. Most thought the Gods were angry, that the world had finally had enough of them and was lashing out. Little did they know, it was not out of anger, but out of fear.
Up in the castle of the kingdom of Damoria, a shrill cry pierced all the other sounds of the night. The shrill cry of a newborn baby. The King stood in front of the hearth in the throne room, pacing, and at this sound, looked up. His began to pace faster, wringing his hands together, waiting.
After what seemed like eternity, a servant ran into the room, looking more than a little disheveled. He bowed before the King. "Sire. Congratulations, you have been blessed with a baby boy," he said hastily, as if a little frightened to get out the news.
"And the Queen?" The King asked. He h
the loneliest numberPlease wipe my tears off the receiver,the loneliest number by MacabreMusician
you just can't hear what I have to say.
I'm not sure why you've gone so far.
I'm over here
crying to a dial tone,
where your voice used to go.
I'm here and hurting,
why can't things just go my way?
What happened to all we used to be?
I've always been afraid of silence.
That's why at night I'm on the phone.
I need the sound,
I've always needed you too.
I just figured out today
that this is how it's going.
I talk to them because I need to...
I'm too afraid of myself to be alone.
My echo is never nice to me.
The only thing I'm sure of right now,
is we can't keep going this way.
Please, make it come back.
And when it does, please make it stay.