Prelude to insanity.

I am weak and empty.
The spirits leave me.
I want to run away,
To chase after the scattered pieces,
But my legs refuse to move.

I am desperate and incomplete.
The heart rejects me.
I want to cry all day,
To wash out the sorrows,
But the rivers run dry.

Prelude to insanity.

I am cold and tired.
My feeling is lost.
I have clawed my way through time.
Every moment is a struggle in the present that doesn’t exist.
Hopelessness.

I am silent and drifting.
My voice abandoned me.
I cannot scream, I cannot yell.
Every echo rings nothingness to me,
And I’m scared.
Muteness overtaking.
Frightened and shaking.

Prelude to Insanity.

Breaking away into the monster that I am inside.
Running through the land, hunting, clawing, killing… Genocide.
Purge one, purge all.
Leave no soul, every soul to fall.

Tripping up at every step
Gasping, taking in futile breath.
Prelude to insanity.
Melt, and fade.
Prelude to insanity.
I’ve lost my way.

To death do they part,
So they long for that day.
Though not together in death do these siblings lay.

Toxic union.
Wrapped, and tied by torment sworn.
Screams, shouts, and whispers forlorn.
United in the wickedness of pleasure and pain.

Unrequited negative emotion sewn by forbidden sin.
No order, no function, no love within.
Heart broken, bleed, heal, and bleed again.
Revel in the suffering of her by him.
The hands are stained.
The soul is chained.

Madness manifested into the two, and grows.
Twisting, turning, churning, warping into a grotesque being.
This sick summary of sadist pride,
Speaks nothing of whole story, long in age and time.

To death do they part,
So they long for that day.
Though not together in death do these siblings lay.
Breaking the bondage of souls intertwined, both cursed and fused,
Their severance insistently, and stubbornly refused.
To death do they part, that never day…

—Inspired by Shannon and Arianna

Wild, and crazy…
Irrational, violent, untamed like passionate flame.
Who he is, I dare not speak his name.

Unyielding ,and aggressive.
Unafraid to command.
What he wants, is what he gets.
Either taken, or given, it is his.
Simply done, no questions asked…

Smoke warns of dangers to come.
Hunt you down, you cannot run.
Anger given life, and given form.
No regrets.
No remorse.
Only pleasure in your pain.
No hesitation, no pause for screams.

—Inspired by Shannon

Thrust into heat of the moment.
Tensions, rising, growing, pulsating with intensity.
The lips tempt, the mouth expresses
in rhymes of heated passion.
Take me within.

Ever so shy, the tip slips just beyond the threshold.
Into the surface of bliss, the journey begins.
Gliding through the cosmos, the head spins.
Warm embrace of the stars,
The sweet hum of sin.
Music to my ears.

Deeper now, deeper in.
Into the throat of infinity,
Into the very heart, into the core.
Sliding back and forth,
Rhythmic motions set the pace.
Beyond the stars,
Beyond universe,
Beyond the ideas of time and space.

The head goes, gone, lost.
No pause, no breath, no rest.
Build, rising, boiling up to seams.
Raging, furiously, endless streams.
No strength to force back the ocean tide.
Rushing, pouring free, the endless white.
Blank, pure, but so unclean.
Deceiving to eyes, and ears, and all senses alike.
The truth can’t be felt, despite the knowing is clear.

Eyes up, glowing,
lit up like the smiles of 10,000 stars,
Passion understood,
Passion received.
Scattered beyond the face,
Beyond the expanse.
Resting undisturbed, the seed.
Growing, rising, increasing evermore.
Burning knees, not weak,
But pressed firmly to the floor.

Thrust into heat of the moment.
Tensions, rising, growing, pulsating with tenacity.
The lips tempt,
The mouth expresses
in rhymes of gentle emotion.
To the Cosmos,
Take me again.

Flash!
The sky lights up,
And comes to life.
It is mine.

Roar!
Thunder fills the air,
It screams my name!
The storm is me.

Explode!
Howling winds to carry the world in caring arms.
Dance in wild skies tamed by none.
The atmosphere can bite.

Strike!
Blowing all away,
They will know, I am the storm.

Crack!
Darkness turned to light.
Bursting brilliance, mystical beauty.
Art in an instant, then fade away.

Scream!
Insecurity.
Hope,
And hope dies in the bright.
Caring in the dark of the night,
Then betrayed by the flash.
Hope in light, next light recede.
The cycle brings pain, from pain I bleed.

Crash!
I am the storm,
The storm is me!

— Inspired by Tatsuki

He of shadows,
Cloaked in black,
He is dressed to kill.
Beat you down,
Rend you bare,
Then violate for the thrill.

Guy of darkness.
A man with body as crooked as his soul.
His grotesque existence,
He has no reservations to show.
Hideous mind, morbid heart.
Trespassing upon the bodies of the weak,
The hunt for flesh is his art.

Man of the abyss,
With ebon tendrils.
They first crack,
Then speak the truth.
To stand against him,
What’s the use?
No obstacle he cannot climb,
Confronting every challenge as if his design.

Prince of Sable,
I cannot lie.
The shadows take you,
And hide you from the eye.
Lord of Onyx,
I cannot lie.
Your power keeps you,
You cannot die.
King of Absent Light,
I cannot lie.
You are suffocating dark,
Sum Yung Gai.

— Inspired by Sum Yung Gai

This blade does not speak.
Old steel forged in old ways,
And wielded by the end of days.
A warrior crafted by his own two hands,
Loyal,
Honorable,
By law he stands.
Precision at its peak.
Whispering not,
His calculated blade.
Tactical and keen on the field.
Unmatched silent skill.
To him all foes shall yield.
Kaiden.
Ultimate predator,
King of kill.

— Inspired by Kaiden

Pale beauty,
Mother of the Night,
The sands,
And her Castle.
Wicked only in battle,
She shows heart where no heart belongs.
Pale beauty,
Flutter by in the moon.
Her children cry,
And she sees them soon.
Pale Beauty,
Moth of the night,
Cherished and Loved.
She is queen, with none above.
Pale beauty,
Capture hearts,
And break them with toxic charms.
Pale Beauty,
Mother of the night,
Princess of fluttered flight.
Pale Beauty,
Mother of all,
Your loyal servants heed your call.

— Inspired by Luna

Shirtless, and bare from shoulder to belt below.
Ogre in both stance, and in form.
Lonesome is his name, and his very being.
United with one, and one alone.
Sparing none, he claims his throne.

— Inspired by Solus