A thin black line is my horizon
I ask you not to bring me it
For it is my end
an end I don't wish to face

I believed in things once
In passion and in love
In strength and in will
In hope and in faith
In all this I once believed
With more fire than the sun

Farewell my shadow
It stands before the thin black line of my horizon
At the end of a path I have chosen to follow
A choice too late to regret
For all the mistakes I have made and the horrors I have seen
I will still continue to walk this path
With no remorse and no sorrow

The Three beckon me towards them
The Triumvirate of my soul
The Fugitive
The Judged and
The Neglected
Their master is the Pale Horseman and he sits atop his dead horse
An undead commander of cold, marrow and plague
He is my father and my son, my being and all

We are naught but the fleeting
We are tears in the rain

Let's all join hands

Anyone a Dragon Age fan? Do you visit the forums? Do you like to contribute? Well my answer to these three questions is yes. You can find me on the Dragon Age wiki here.

Let's spread the love folks...

Why am I bothering?

Don't know why I'm bothering really seen as how I should be spending my time doing something productive but, what the hell: I'm currently working on some projects but obviously not here:

This is my deviantART account. I've had it for like two years or something stupid but I've finally decided to start putting shite up there. Mostly photography as I can no longer draw for shit and unlike most photography on deviantART I will not be getting my cock out... unlike Gary Oak my girth CAN be ignored.

This [note: link is now inactive due to sheer of embarrassment of the piece of shit I produced] is the only writing project I am currently working on. I'm uing it simply to vent some spare creativity until my next project comes into full swing.

My next project will be hosted on deviantART. It'll be a comic co-made with a fellow writer/artist known on deviantART as Dan-Arthurs. He's work is pretty good you should check it out.

The Letter K

The letter K has always been a favourite of mine,
Can someone be in love with a letter?
Or just have a dangerous obsession with it?
Either way, the letter K is my obsession
It’s not a sin, or some dirty secret
It’s just a letter, and one I happen to like

My first love was a K, and the next, and the next
Maybe it’s because of that I love the letter
Psychologically it could be,
You know, conditioning and all that
But maybe not
I don’t know really
But they all did have the letter K at the start of their name

Katrina, Kim, Kathryn, Kathy and Kathryn
All the letter K
Everything I have loved is the letter K
Everything I have hated is the letter K
I see the letter and I smile
I see the letter and I scowl
I hate and love the letter K

When the world’s final rhythm
Hits its last syllable and the sound of
Life is all but silenced… I’ll wait.
The Pale Horsemen will approach me and
Ask me what is my last wish

And On this - Earth’s final day
I’ll smile and look up at him -
“The Letter K” is what I’ll say

Thunder of the Roth

Its all like a great burning fire,
Thunder and lighting crashing all around,
Feel like the soul is coming unbound,
The heart is beginning to tire.

But the blood now starts to pump,
Fists clench into a murderous ball,
Getting sick, sick of it all,
Going to break it to a bloody stump!

Fucking ignorance, shit and no sincerity,
Fucking anger, confusion and no clarity,

There's no need for it,
This bottled up rage,
Get out of your fucking cage,
It's making your soul itch.

World ending with a tempest,
Might be nothing compared to your test.

That calm is so far away
But why is that so?
Why did you let it go?
Why did you let your feelings enter the fray?

It was nothing, nothing at all,
A teen, tiny misunderfuckingstanding,
No need to stop the heart beating,
No need to fall.

The Roth is coming... and its coming for you.
You let that rage get out of hand
and now it comes.

Each step it takes is the next crash of thunder.
Each blink of its eye is the next flash of lighting.
Each of its tears is the next fall of rain.
And you are the fire of its soul.


I felt unusually angry for no reason today, so I thought I'd write a little poem about anger.

Those left behind...

An empty canyon of ones and zeroes
A dust ball of electrical data is all that can be seen
Idle chat, with idle people, people who you seem to lose interest in day by day.
This was going to happen though
You knew this
So why didn't you do something about it?
Could live away... and not need your valley of emails and instant messages.
Too late now
Monetary issues and all that.
Everyone you give a shit about is gone, friends from old... friends from new
Everyone has gone except for you.
You know where they are, you can leave this place... this same seat... this flat screen of digital lights and sounds,
You can see those from old and those from new,
But the funny conversations and gathering wont be around for a while.
Your going to miss that.

A little something I threw together recently. All my friends are now living away from home and at uni and I don't talk to them as much anymore now and it usually sat on msn when I do get the chance. Just thought I'd share my thoughts.

A little sumtin' sumtin'

Here's a little something I put together. It's a little gift for my friend... I think they'll like.