Bloody hell Prince Died

Bloody hell prince died. Chyna died. So many people I look up to are dying. This is just very sad. I think that things are not right in this realm. People want me to get crazy, well they well get it. Don't ever try to tempt me. Well let's have a drink!

Why is a raven like a writing desk ?

Love was never meant for me I hide my tears forever in the purple rain (Poem)

It's a dark day when I realized love was never meant for me. So now I hide my tears forever in the purple rain. Because then you will never see my crying. I pretend to feel nothing, but I was really dying inside. Only alcoholic potions kept me sane. Mystical herbs helped me maintain.

I forget to tell. But then all I felt was pain. I walk alone in the purple rain drops. Is this how it all ends, time moves so fast but never stops. Where is the magic in my life? I create illusions and spells.
But to be alone was always my fate... for I will never find my soul mate.

Love was never meant for me.
So I hide my tears forever in the purple rain....
I sing you one last song.. before it all fades away..

Drank A sleeping potion I bid you good night!

Just had a wonderful sleeping potion! Time to fly in a dream

I write with feather pen and Inkwell

well it seems that I write my desires and dreams, with the feather pen. Let us manifest our dream into reality. Endless riches, and wonderful fantasy come true as  conjure up my destiny with the feather pen....
it write magical poetry forever for you

Day by day I fade away Love Is Dead

Day by day I fade away
My soul is so cold
I have nothing more to say..
I never wanted things to be this way...
But now I must say goodbye...

The man you once knew is no longer here..
Who have i become? I hardly remember myself anymore...
Love is dead...
so I'm a walking corpse...
immortalized with spells and mystic herbs...

Essence of the energy to rise from my darkness..

Why is a raven like a writing desk? written in blood upon the walls.
I often used to wonder what my true destiny was.

I remember the day love was dying..
you saw me there alone crying..
but never came to save me...

I'm fading... don't you see how I hide behind this mask?
it's so easy to pretend that I was alright inside...
Yet that was my little lie

Soon i'll fade away but rise as another soul....
These days I'm colder than snow
My true essence manifests...
I'm the mask in the shadows...
the soul nobody knows...

Love is dead....

Goodbye 

I'm more cold hearted than ever now

I seem to have gone cold hearted. Love was dying, now it's dead I'm not crying. I feel as if all my emotion is gone. They say love is a drug. Then it's not wonder so many souls drink and take drugs. It's no secret real love is just illusion.

I give up on love forever. How can I believe such a wonderful lie ?
I only want money and all my dreams to come true. One thing is for certain there is no one to love.

I will always be alone...

Always remain a mystery

In the end things always re main a mystery. If I stopped searching for love it is because I just stopped believing in it. I will probably never meet someone I find attractive enough, and yet I also sense I will never be able to trust any of you morals. Perhaps reaching my goals and dreams alone is my only choice now

Did love even exist ?

I wonder did love ever exist? Was is just in my mind a lost imagination ? Perhaps it was just a lost dream. I often wonder if love was ever real. Will magical romance ever manifest? I often wonder as my sinister pen continues to write words by the candle light

Did love ever exist? Or was everything just a dream ?

Searching for true love when will I find it?

Often we search our whole lives for that real true love, then we never seem to truly find it. Where it love at ? Has the whole world gone to hell and only lust is left? I often wonder. As days pass by, I get darker more sinister. I am losing more faith in ever finding true love. Where does it even exist anymore?

I often wonder about this late night at my writing desk.