Extreme inactivity is bad.
I really ought to post up more stuff...
So Pleasing is LifeThe day was ending, the sky was darkening, and I am to be going out once more! Into the eve, into the shadows! Amongst the foliage they will bleed, into the soil it will seep. I am an artist, self proclaimed! A butcher who has claimed a ten score of lives, and tonight another shall parish. The police may believe themselves hot on my trail, yet they still manage to suspect nothing of me. Adorned with the suavity of my long coat, my brief case is filled. Knives, blades, syringes, needles, tape, the whole bundle. A sadist is what I am, one who takes pleasure in another's pain, yet with me I love it when the flame of life burning within a body finally is snuffed, and the corpse is left slashed and bleeding to be found the next morning.So Pleasing is Life by BuntesGlas
The door slid open, and out into the cool and crisp eve I step; the sunset is rather beautiful this evening. In wonderful shades and hues of violet and gold, orange and blue. Extravagant, a perfect way to begin. The streets are so sparsely populated an
Early Morning FogOn those foggy days,Early Morning Fog by BuntesGlas
I sit and stare.
Outside the window,
those shifting low clouds swirl,
My mind draws blank.
Then I remember,
The forest calls, the gloomy dark.
The early moring fog.