The Memoirs of Eternal Tears...

My planet is the moon, like purple light, my element is the water, like crystal tears, my alignment is chaotic good, like Emerald Elves and my favourite metal is silver, like scrying mirrors...

Things are not like they used to be, when you are alone in plains of sorrow with a forsaken iced veiled heart in your chest, everything seems to be strategically placed against you, even a smile or a warm word from a so-called friend cannot give you hope. Then the classic irony, a female presence comes out from no ware and plants in your shadow tied emotions of pain and misery a spark of love. When this spark becomes a fire so strong to even penetrate the ice glacier that surrounds your heart, you see her presence fade away...

Then the fire burns out, melancholy is the proof that you are alive against your will, And tears become rivers, Rivers unite into a frozen lake, Then you find your heart in the bottom of this frozen lake, and you slowly die like a rose in the cold winter...

Others wait for the next spark, but I am different, I cannot dare to take the risk of seeing my heart exposed in a fire again, because I will let the flames come near, I will let my heart scorch into the flames, and as the story repeats its self, the flames will burn out...

That will be the very end of me, the end of a sad tale, the tale of my torment...

I was borned like a nefalim, a nefalim is an angel trapped in a human body, cursed to have strange powers and an exotic beauty, a beauty that works like a clockwise fan, instead of capturing smiles and good words from lips around you, you hear the worst things and you feel misery touching your inner essence of existence with the most hostile way, then you drown yourself in loneliness, you let none come near, you trust nothing more than yourself and you find out that you are forsaken by everyone and everything...

All I can do now is let my self devote to my religion as I always did, my goddess is the frozen moon and my god the burning sun...

Reminds me some words from the lost grimoire...

"Thrice around the circle bound, I will pray all the evil to fall into the ground"

"Thrice around the circle bound, I will pray all the darkness to leave with no sound"

Chaotic, dare to find them out yourself...

Anything related to alternative rock/metal, epic themes, gothic themes...

500 Chars are not going to fill the space.

Bound on the tv? Not me...

Many dusty archives rest in my room, just ask me...

Harm none and do what you desire.