| This is a representation of my spiritual beliefs, containing a ying yang, showing all things have their equal opposites, in the black of the ying yang is a partial of the sigil of Baphomet, a satanic symbol and symbol of the church of satan, it represents the darker side (probably more dominant) side of my beliefs, whilst the pentagram in the white signifies the peaceful loving and positive energies. |
| The thought behind the photo and the title was "Does time exist in a book?" once written a story is timeless, and is interpreted in many ways, perhaps the best example of this is Shakespeare, he wrote many stories and tales about human life, and though they were written hundreds of years ago they are still able to be present in modern times, hence forth a tale is timeless and able to be interpreted an infinite amount of times in an infinite amount of circumstances, and fittingly i thought, the open book in the photo is "the complete works of William Shakespeare" published in 1900 |
Journey of a Soul A soul, who does not yet know itself.Journey of a Soul by ~memroch
And every day, it faces forks in its road.
One path leads to who it will become, the others to who it could become.
The paths it takes are irreversible; it can never go back, only forward.
Yet its mistakes can still be fixed, but only by moving forward.
No matter which road it takes, the soul still becomes.
It is the soul who cannot choose its path that is truly condemned to limbo.
Vampyre Of ebony sweet and ivory,Vampyre by ~TheLadyPegasus
the tryst of night and day.
The scent of soft temptation
that steals your breath away.
Words wrapped in promises;
Speak he truth or lies?
Skin as smooth as honeyed mead
And jaded crystal eyes.
Every thread of being beckons,
It calls you to his arms.
Alas, the witless victim lies
Helpless to his charms.
Disarming smile, tender hands
Unto him she yields.
Spectre-like, he passes freely
Past her mind’s own shields.
A longing, yearning gaze,
Her throbbing, racing heart.
A gasp and rush of passion
Drives her lips apart.
And in the cloaking darkness
To himself he smiles.
The predator has caught
Gloomy 
RIP heath 
s Lore Wassup? How was you're xmas? 
Sta.sh
