Sunday, 22 April 2007
07:58:53 PM (GMT)
My name is Naomi Heirsan im in high school i attend magic high and i am 17 years
old. im very quiet because of my hertage. i don't exactaly know what ia am. at night
i get the urge to kill and at day i get the urge hunt vampires. i have no friends or
family i live on my own. well i have lived on my own since the age of 5 when i man
who brought me here left me alone he tought me and shone me a many things. i remember
being on the run alot i hated it. but now i miss it . the thrill of being on the run
and being able to kill what i pleased. but now i have losed my will to kill but i
still get the urge for blood. many people are scared of me because of the aura that
surounds me. i am able to do thing that not many people can do. im a witch yet im not
im a vampire yet im not. im different in so many way.
- starts to rain -
i sit on this roof day after day with my cat eyes and i watch the city from above. my
cat instints tell me what to do. i have no friends that cats are my friends over and
over again i recite poems in my head but walking one day on cherryblossom lane i
herad a man i looked at him and noticed ive seen him befor. i walked over to him and
looked at him with my glowing eyes of depression and lonlyly ness he said to me"
she's lonley i see" my eyes widedned i looked at him with evil eyes and listened to
Cold as winter, strong as stone
She faced the darkness all alone.
A silver godess; a reflection.
A mirage; a recollection.
No return; no turning back.
The past is gone, the future is black.
Serpents gather in their nest,
And she stands above the rest.
Shadows hunt, she hunts the shadow.
The moon is risen, she stands below.
She views her world through the eyes of others.
Black and white, there are no colors,
As she looks down upon a shattered youth.
A shattered mirror shows a shattered truth.
his poem burned into me head
it reminded me of someone
or something i use to be
Who am i?
well thanks to who read's this please post a commet thanks