Darkness all around.

Send me a msg, I'm bored all the time and will speak to anyone.



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On the empty graveyard I stand
one dark summer morning, to celebrate the mourning
Doleful ye be, who do not understand?
How can they ever understand?

Eyes like razors cut throught the ground
fate smiles fake smiles
And how do they endure the suffering?

Embraced by anxiety, the nigth slips away...


Who am I? The question we all ponder in the darkest moments of our despair, when no shelter is safe and no soothing words will calm the storm. I to have asked myself that question, and since you are here, you must also seek a remedy for your bewilderment. Where does the answer lie? How do we define ourselves? By the clothes we wear? By the music we listen to? Or perhaps it's by what we think, yet do not say. Maybe our true inner selves will never reflected in our personality because it's too immense, and to complicated. Inside my head, there's a whole life going on that no one other than I participate in, and that's who I am, but I can not explain it. I'm sure you feel it too. Utter darkness. - L0rd Belial

dying_in_pain wrote this, but it suits me to:
"I quell my emotions in alcohol, absinthe is my morphine. Whenever I invoke the green fairy, my sorrows flee, and I live. Its not easy to live, and it grieves me that I'm not stronger. Being deserted and betrayed isn't cool, it makes me feel so bad inside. Never leave someone who trusts you ... I know how hurtful it is, its like the essence of life and cosmos being dragged through your skin.


Heh, think I need to get drunk now."

I'm an 18 year old kid from norway whos biggest passion in life is music. I like bands like Nightwish, HIM, Charon, Within Temtation and so fourth. This music fits well with my state of mind most of the time. I kinda suffer a wee bit from depressions, and by that I mean the real kind that they give you pills for. This is partially the reason why I also have a wee drinking problem, heh. That's what the title under my picture refers to. It's not meant too serious. Øl-papp means Beer-cardboard, and it really does weigh me down. Lost so much on it's account, but I can't seem to pull myself together.

Drink 'til you bleed


Have You Ever:
( Gotten a speeding ticket? )No, I don't have a license
( How fast? ) 'til it smokes
( DUI? ) What?
( Been in a wreck? ) Yeah, it's called our old car.
( Been arrested? ) Only for beeing drunk.
( Stolen a car? ) Couldn't help it, I was drunk
( Stolen anything? ) Se the above
( Smoke? ) Only 20 times... A day.
( Pot? ) No
( Crack? ) never
( Drink? ) Hahahaha (dying_in_pain will see the humour)
( Been so drunk you couldn't remember your name? ) Two or three times a week
( Been so drunk you didn't care that you couldn't remember your name? ) I never care
( Posed for nude pics? ) No, not that I know of
( Considered a life of crime? ) Of course. Oh, the glamour 8)
( Considered being a hooker? ) Haha, no
( Maybe a pimp? ) Of course. You know what the hand said to the face? SLAP!
( Cheated on someone? ) No, I would never do that.
( Been married ) no
( Been divorced? ) no
( Split personalities? ) We don't think so
( Schizophrenic? ) No
( Obsessive? ) Yup
( Compulsive? ) Yup
( Obsessive Compulsive? ) Well, I guess you can add two and two
( Panic? ) yes
( Anxiety? ) yes
( Depressed? ) At any given time
( Suicidal? ) *looks down in shame* yes
( Homicidal? ) no, I'm friendly
( Genocidal? ) Yes, those fucking jews have it coming! (j\k, I respect all people)
( Pedophile? ) no
( Obsessed with hate? ) yes
( Mutilate animals? ) What? Fuck no!
( Idolize infamous criminals? ) Naw.
( Dream of mutilated bodies, blood, death, and gore? ) Actually, yes.
( Dream of doing those things instead of just seeing them? )Well, kinda, I was riding a train and... Well it's a long story.





Here's another Poem

-Josh, wake up, we must make haste
said the man with peculiar taste

-Your name's not Josh, it's Sam
it is, and you are and were
even before this big charade occured

-Oh, how settled you are in your nasty ways
I could be a Josh, even in this old haze
-I'm right, you know, I Am

-Oh, silly you, I do reply
before your feet it will all lie
Drink up, drink up, drink up, shazam,

And out the door they went...