Feeding the Darkness

The Kryptonite of Lies (Hero)

So many runs in fear and scorn to embrace the Darkness but Raw truth is it lives within whether you accept or denied it” E.O.S

This why so many afflict accountability from the Hero to Villain because it’s all the Villain fault they are so evil” !!!

Yet if you look at many so-called heroes there only a few I see as whole and most humanistic filled with Dark intentions and flaws.

The Primal Predator “was driven by pure Killer Instinct to consume the Humanity within the Man

Wolverine: One of the most chaotic characters because everything Logan came across trying to embrace what it meant to live truly the primal Predator inside wouldn’t allow him that correlation of warmth and euphoria. The Human elements of Logan had many flaws and demons that consume him. The stained lives the Beast would take ripped the blood stain with the innocents wipe from the face of the Earth permanently. Nothing more than agonizing, tormenting shattered fragments of constant remind of the mass destruction Wolverine left in his wake.

Yes, he slayed and massacred the wicked, sadistic, but Innocent were also victims of smouldering ashes of fractured wounds from Rage that consumed him. That Beast would never leave him to rest in peace until he breathes his last breath into his lungs and Life filled with endless suffering has run its last testament

The excruciating torment the Human ailments within him ravish his every shattered memory

In the end of his last chapter, knowing that his time was coming to ending. The Wolverine came alive for one last wage of War so he would inflict all whom stood in his way with his monstrosity of the rage burned deep within.

Losing the love of his life, Jean Grey (Dark Phoenix)

The Night is Darkest just before Dawn

The Dark Knight – Outta all the super heroes he is most human characteristics- lost his parents to violence witness their murders in front of his tender eyes. The state of Violence and Chaotic Conditions within Bruce Wayne moulded him to becoming a Symbol in which adversaries trembled with fear at very sight. He became more than just a man as man he had weaknesses. Dawning of the Cape and Mask made him Symbolic Reflection not just the Night Keeper to watch over to those whom preyed on the weak but Guardian Protector

(The Dark Knight)

That strengthened and forge him through dips in the Fire into becoming the Dark Knight, but does he always do the right thing or what is just ?

His Uncle Ben said this” With great power comes great responsibility ”

Spiderman: Before radioactive spider that ended up mutating his DNA and genetic sequence bit him, he was just that nerdy kid that always got pick on by them when he was infused with his powers. Peter Parker could inspire himself to be more, to make world around him a better place.

Does he always do the right thing no but does the Just and righteous will to act

This still reigns true and shows that without Accountability there is no Conviction

As Villain which I am through in and out as Joker said” Every one goes looking for monster under their bed but they live within”

Another Joker stroke of genius is this:

Why should I apologise for the Monster you made me ”

I am Not a Monster just ahead of Curve Hahaha

So the fact “is when it comes to the Hero vs Bad Guy” nothing is as it seems in black and white, in fact many shades of grey. The difference is unlike Hero lives in masquerade, the Villain doesn’t be something they’re not “deny their Darkest intentions of who they really are.


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The Porcelain Doll

The Porcelain Doll

She is admire by millions they see her smile only if they knew

She has radiance from her glowing skin and her smile is worth millions only to know the concealment that it hides the Raw Truth within

She is terrified decaying inside disgust by here mere reflection of shattered living a mirage the very fragments to resembled her vulnerability this Porcelain Doll would shattered into thousand pieces losing her mind

Everything that surrounds her touch is infected with her venom of ensuffering ejecting essence of Life with every touch

why won’t I just give in to my demons and let them consume what is fucking point of living any way…when I dying inside my Reflection is my mask of decay

Why won’t you just let me die so I can go lay in piece instead of continue to live a lie masquerading as Porcelain Doll

Fuck the World I am Done don’t want this pain anymore that eating me a way from the inside

Time for the Porcelain Doll to be no more

Fuck the World I’m Done..And you thought I was unbreakable I am just the Porcelain Doll


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The Awakening of All Hallows Eve

You look, and stare at the monstrosity eyes hoping there’s sign of Life where there is nothing

Only primal image lurking in the distant shadows of death

That knows no sense of human nature of what it means to feel a living soul of the beating from quaking heart pulsing

It appears to you as flesh and blood there is connection to correlating the grasping from caressing touch

The Primal urged inflicting mass destruction, violent mayhem suffocating any glimpse of hope

Grasping the serrated blade in its hand overwhelm with wanting to penetrate every aspect of your terrifying senses ,

Climaxing the Primal Predator lusts to watch the blood ceased from your veins is so unbearable the arousal is taking over from all its senses.

As the knife thrashed deeper into your into your fragile flesh as razor schism through hot butter ripping your soul out over and over again

Watching as your legacy drains and soaking the life outta of you to be no more

The tantalising fear praying you will awake from this visceral nightmare

Only to realise it’s , only matter of when before your soul will be castrated in tormenting agony

Where no matter how much you scream is paralysing silent terror, no one will ever hear your last words of fear

Awaiting to shattered what remains of your lost decaying soul is the belly of Hell’s Fire

Death has come to aspirate all reflections of joy and emulating light that fills you with life to blanket and consume you with welcoming of the Hand of Death

The dawn of seeing the light will never come to pass for you for all eternity the air once filled your lungs and your heart full of Life now is disintegrated as lifeless discarded organ

The Spawn of the deepest trenches of Brimstone has come to unleash its acts of absolute, brutal affliction from its cerebral nightmare


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Deadly Temptation

You look with amazement knowing how close your’re staring at death face to face exotic but forbidden to caress . A touch so soft but loaded with deadly consequences.

Waiting in anticipation the Reaper lurks in the shadows of chaos, dismay the pheromones of intoxication from her forbidden essence awake your senses wanting to taste her. Unknown to you she is cocked and loaded with fatality” a woman that memorize you with her scent luring you into her twisted game of seduction. Be careful what you thirst to desire , some vintages there is no second chances of coming back from redemption.

What you desire and envious to have be careful what you wish for some forbidden fruits carry loaded consequences. Women know how to play and dance the sway of seduction to seducing your darkest and deepest desires of raw euphoria. She magnetized you with her eyes as Cobra being serenaded by the snake charmer. She is anticipating wrapping her coils around you squeezing every breath from your being.

The taste of her luscious , moist wet lips make your body quake with erotic euphoria wanting to caress every inch of her body starting with her lips working down to grasp her silky legs that feel like the been nurtured by the essence of the sun. But what you fail to realized this is sensation that there is no coming back from” to touch her so gracefully means your fate is certainly sealed.

Kiss of Death Awaits You


Act of Valour

Binding Blood

Die for everything or live for nothing in disgrace 

Only, a true warrior is willing to sacrifice for another… Through their life or death they will always keep watch over their pack, fear is not what others should worry about but the killer instinct that drives them to strike without mercy into the hearts of their adversaries. For the greatest threat to anyone that opposes them is the love and unbreakable bond that ties the binding of the pack.


Loyalty, Strength, Honour, Valour: This is my creed and my conviction of validation” for those who are in my pack I remain The Guardian Protector whether through life or through death.


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The Shadow of Deception

When you cross the line of restitution” for absolution there is no coming back from your state of morality everything you done to remain true, When you see what reflection mirror’s stares into your eyes .

Who Are You Really

Everything you seem to touch no matter your intentions turns to venom, when you look and see yourself there is nothing. The costs you have accumulated from your voracious actions that will always be cocked with loaded consequences. Every action there is recoil effect which the Reaper anticipates your agonizing demise of suppression, so play the game that stacked the odds against you.

Many of us start out as honourable with valour but costs from your deadly actions will always infuse those closest to you with the most scars” You say I am doing it for the right reasons” the truth is… you’re lying to yourself how much selfish, sadistic son of bitch you really are. You say I do what I do to protect what matters most or to rid the world of evil.

Once you have penetrated your code accountability “You’re gone pass the point of return that everything that comprised your core is met with eroding decay of existence. When you look back on how many lives you shattered into nothing ripping families apart, your hands are stained with blood consumed by you as you take and take not giving a fuck. How could I’ve cause so much wreckage and burn so many bridges, correlation to the point you do not understand?

“Who the Fuck you are anymore” all that remains from your destruction is a trail smouldering ashes of mass the lives you taken. Your existence is haunting to you the wake of death from shattered reflections you tried to convince others you were genuine, but you are no more than a shadow that puts on masquerade to feed your lust for power and take whatever you desire.

You’re nothing but a Shadow of Deception loaded with deadly consequences of a mass destruction.


Act of Valour

The Legacy of the All Blacks

In hundred ten years the All Blacks have only lost 10 times” did they really lose or did they just run outta of time.

Rugby is very much a cerebral game of skill and sheer will ” not for faint of heart there is no surrender on the pitch, just like in life you slice and slash your perseverance to execute your actions into conviction. Without heart.

whakahonore ( Honour ) ngakau toa (Heart of Valor)

The legacy of the Maori warriors lives on in the blood lines of Rugby spirit and forged into essence of the people each time the All Blacks step out onto the pitch and pay their respect to their ancestors preform the Kapa O pango or Ka Mate they will always remember how enriched the blood flows through their veins with tingling intensity

Kei te wehi to tatou whanau kia kaua e tetahi e noho tonu

Our dominace fears no one always remain

Ka ora te regacy ki runga ake ake i te toto o nga tupuna

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The Reaper is Coming

The tidal wave going off inside me there is no denying my demons have come to play

The Reaper commands them to obey

Every time I think I am close to slaying the hydra from war raging within the madness keeps crawling back in not wanting to let go not wanting to have acts of joy

I am the instrument of destruction all those who stand be for me will know my ensuffering pain I didn’t come to play a safe game to me I don’t fucking care if I live or Die

The Storm is coming the Reaper has his guns cocked and loaded the time for mercy is over All or Nothing no matter where you run no matter where you try to hide

I always know I am in your thoughts I am your fucking mind there is no denying what is mine your soul is on the line

The Reaper is coming will I live or die will I survive from the storm he has prepare for me

can I keep my soul will clutches of death proclaim my life

The Reaper is coming to proclaim what is his will I live or die will I keep my soul




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Empty Thoughts of Missing You

Empty Thoughts of Missing you

Faded memories that linger within rooms that use be so full with thoughts of you
The walls surround are so lost and empty without you I can see when I look around all the memories we shared Only now
All can sense thoughts of your ghost following me everywhere I go
What would give for another moment another second to see you again now I all I see is your ghost
I missing you

When we lose someone close to us it’s not time to say goodbye …but Good Journey until we meet again.

turas maith chugat go bhféadfá féachaint air go dtí go ndúisíonn tú arís

good journey to you may god watch over until you awake again



Mirage of Lies

Everyone comes close to me is injected with toxins from my Demons


Everything you ever said to me was fucking lie

I am tired of trying to be something I’m not

done being everything others want me to be living up to their expectations being that shining light I never fucking was

The state of quicksand you drove me too I am was never a hero in the first place that you thought I was I am just living the lie The infection inside me feeds and thirsts for more.

I am no good I will tear everything whole away from you
My Death will come but I am fucking done with you No More

You live long enough to see yourself seen as the light of shining armor before you know they see you as an infectious symbol of Venom in someone’s Story where all they see you as poison.



Reaper’s Game Live or Die

The Reaper’s Game

The choice is yours live or die Fight for every inch

none will be fucking given to you

Those that are weak reap what they fucking sow

Only the strong will survive, but never without scars

from waging a reign of War in the clutches of Death’s decay


Рука Жнеца всегда будет взведена и загружена.

I am always awaiting in the shadows