If the devil was once an angel, then there’s no rule that devils can’t be angels too

“Maybe through all the struggles my heart can take, as if it was turning into coal, All the pressure this life makes, maybe, it’ll end up as a diamond, a star in someone’s eyes. And then maybe, I will feel the true love. Then. for as long as possible to recieve warmth, I’ll die, as a black vortex, the black hole. And who knows what will be on the other side. Will it repeat again?” Ven

“My mind is a gun, My words are bullets.”-Ven

“Shame,Pride,Possibilities,Pain,Loneliness,Anxiety,stress,Infection,Trust,gullible,Aloof,arrogant,Burden,Victim,pity,cold, Death is an easy choice, and strength is a tool, Kindness is a remedy,Acknowledgement is a chain. I might end up blind, but before I do, if so, I’ll pick up the tools to paint the world with my mind once again. And label myself as just, an artist. Your opinion is an unreachable ignorant mindset. Believe, what you want to believe.Right or wrong. My world, is already black.”-Ven’s Heart

I miss you very much. But it’s more of a heartwarming absence. I bury myself in your infinite warmth you left behind. I smile, I’m at peace. Wondering the moment’s we could have seized. A dream, A fantasy. A blue star remedy. From the dark sparkling night into the breathtaking day. Wishing I’ll be the one who captures your heart while heading to my dream. Music to your ears, taste of your hunger, satisfy your unexpected memories. Even without love, the bond made with you is alluring.

My heart is cold, blood is frozen, tears depleted. My hatred is warm, My darkness is comfort. My mind in the abyss. The pleasuring thought of being embraced soothes my soul. The long hair of yours in my hands I hold. Too many experiences is too many colors. All I can see now is black. My mask is powerful, but I myself am weak. Therefore for me being weak, I know my own weaknesses, and yours. It’s cold, and your ghost haunts me while I sleep, dream, think. I am alone, and I am lonely. I am broken, therefore I am dangerous. I am fragile, therefore I am cautious. Only my thoughts can paint the canvas of my life. I am aloof, but truly I worry. To hurt, and to be hurt. Please don’t be afraid of me. Please don’t use me. Please don’t judge me. Please tolerate me. 

We live in a world where the people/posers of light seem to have no heart who are drunk off power and greed. To where the followers of the light always seem corrupt and scared and go out of control. A humans choice to become good or evil based on their actions. The people who have the knowledge of darkness and understand the power of it, actually seem more right than wrong. They do not judge. They keep their composure. They’re intelligent and wise and understanding. And the people of the light fear that. Thus being called decisive and manipulative. Throughout history. Wouldn’t all of this is based on judgement at first sight and misunderstandings? Who we call monsters are actually more human than us because they can control the powers they have. This world is so shallow. But when there are people who have been through both light and dark are actually the most understanding, gentle, kind, calm and cool-collected beings. I won’t label myself in religions. And there is nothing that should be of fear. But more of understand of what and how. Because we all make misunderstandings that lead through one another. Whoever becomes corrupted and scared,is what most believers of the light are always scared of. It’s pitiful. And that’s what I hate the most.

It’s not about the weight that you carry. It’s about the depth of your soul. Deep and dark. Either there will be respect, fear, an understanding, passion, the limit will never end, curiosity, mystery, every step you take you think you’ve taken you’ve only scratched the surface. Therefore, what we call monsters are actually more human than us. The pain that they went through is unimaginable yet there’s respect for those that still keep their composure. Therefore, You Have NO Right to Judge and highly think of yourself better than others. Otherwise You’ll piss on yourself for witnessing someones inner self. -Ven

If this keeps up, the shadow of death will show on my face. I want to stay warm and happy. I don’t want to stay on the edge of lost hope and emotional suffering no more. I don’t depend on people like you do. I stay in solitude. Only because I don’t want nobody to share this burden and pain when I’m suffering. I only want to be alone so that it will become numb, to the point where I have forgotten it and be myself again. Knowing that opening my heart will only cause suffering and pity to someone who I want to cherish in warmth and bliss is not worth seeing the tears. What will hurt more is if you play victim, acting like you went through more.So…stop.

Love is only worth it if there is warmth, bliss, and blushing is the outcome

The time I spend on my interests has lead me to a world where loneliness becomes numb, as if wings have been grown, as if I’m underwater breathing, where knowledge is grown, where my imagination unfolds, where the fire grows, which burns and shines brighter in the dark.

People who lacked common sense aren’t worth my breath. Who doesn’t understand the concept of what may happen based on their actions. Just living for the moment. Who puffs up thinking they’re mature and everything’s alright. Sugarcoating the lies as if they play the role of victim just because of a mask deception. I’ve loved one of them, and been hurt by one of them, gaining distance away from one of them. Without them realizing they’re the ones which I despise the most. I don’t want to complain any more about this. So this would be the last time I’d say a word about it. This scar won’t be opened, nor bleed anymore. It would be just there. I won’t feel the pain of it any more.

Free me from this solitude.

“In order to attain your dreams, you must have freedom. And the price of freedom is steep”

Earth, water, wind, fire.. Thrown at my pride, honor, and respect. But It will not get me down on my knees…Only betrayal. Scars from the outside show that they are from enemies..Scars felt inside…are from those who were close to me. And so with too many scars, I’ll seek for peace, understanding, a rest after being swallowed by the shadows and burned from the light. My tears will not be from me, but from those I didn’t expect. But once again, as I pick up my sword, stand up with heavy armor. I shall keep fighting until my soul burns out from this..Reality. And I shall rest in the sound of your beating heart with a smile.