Merits and Flaws, Investments, Arcanoi and Disciplines
Memories - WARNING: This is serious, do not read any of the material inside this if you are weak hearted, if you do and you don't like it, well, I told you not to.
This is not romantic, this is not poetry, this is the
way things are in black and white.
I know your
life is empty and you hate to face this world alone
So you’re searching for an angel,
someone who can make you whole
I cannot save
you; I can’t even save myself, so just save yourself
But I am not
your saviour I am just as fucked as you
I cannot save
you; I can’t even save myself, so just save yourself
Don’t take
pity on me…
Please…
Don’t take
pity on me…
Please…
Don’t take
pity on me…
Please don’t take pity on me… Please don’t take pity on me…
If I must be
lonely I think I’d rather be alone
You cannot
save me; you can’t even save yourself,
I cannot save you; I can’t even
save myself,
Save yourself…
so just save yourself…
There are
times…
when I’m just a shell…
when I do not
feel anything for anyone
All I feel is
hollow and bruised, used up and misused
Forced to be someone I don’t want
to be…
Have I failed somehow or someway?
Will the
weights of today finally pull me down to drown?
To the depths
of despair where I am alone
Except for my
rage…
My rage…
My rage…
My raMy
darkest daMy rage…
My rage…
My rage…
My darkest
days…
My rage…
My rage…
My rage…
My darkest
days…
My rage…
My rage…
My rage…
My darkest
days…
My darkest days…
everything… I touch… I beak…
everything… I touch… I break…
What is this
life I lead? So pure and delicate, wishing me to fulfil your
desires
I go
through my days bearing the
burden
of your………….. love?
And what does
it get me?
Nothing
I can be proud to call my own
Just a
void in the place my interests should be
So I look out every
night at the deserts
beyond my glass palace
At the moons
beams that shine down upon that place beyond my tedium
I’ve found the
courage(?)
to step out
into the cool sands
And I’ve
found cheap happiness at the price of your respect
But I don’t care
I’m going to
wander further into the
wicked deserts of my barren life
To lose
myself
in the
dishonesty of my world
I’ll let
it bite and tear me apart until I’m just flesh and bone
And then I’ll wear the suit
of ash
and smoke that’s been created for me
And once I am
dressed
to please my
corruption I’ll spread my seed
Just like the Devils who have
come before me
My own ending isn’t enough;
I desire
your soul in my dirty pit
Because I need some kind of comfort, even if it’s your transparent spirit
And even if
you don’t speak to me, I
can still glare at you with hate
Because that’s all my masters wish me to feel
Who am I to
fight that which is eternal?
For I’ve chosen this paths of thorns and my feet are bloody
But I don’t
want it any other way
I’ve turned my back
on you and your traditions
Because
the faith I
had in
them led me to desolation
But yet you
still expect me to bow and prey
You’re
so naďve in your golden palace
The
glittering perfection of your essence blinds you from your
fallen
And I mock you with my perversion
Broken at the
pedestal of your throne, covered in blood
My newfound
darkness stains your light
But
this is what you get
when you make
a creature
So
full
of
Spite
This is where it falls apart…
Valor is bitter and arrogant, that is why he is played the
way he is. He believes himself to be all-powerful, this isn’t my doing, I just
pull his strings. The character that Valor is craves cruelty because it’s the
only thing that makes him feel anything and he doesn’t know anything else. I’m
not trying to create an evil character who goes around showing off his power and
killing people to prove that I can kick ass IC, if you’d looked past the way he
acts, at the greater scheme, you’d see that he’s not actually evil. So if you’re
going to be pissed off at the way I RP him (like I know some people are), then
suck his dick.
Valor is a tragic hero in the Shakespearian sense, not a demon.
