- - - MASQUERADE OF CADAVERS - - -

Death metal as fuck! It reads real smooth. This is perfection my friend.

Thank you, my brother.

I've always gravitated to the allure of cadavers particularly in death...something blasphemous, perhaps...but they do have a way w/speaking to people...some think of death others think of souls who see the living in the dead...masterfully crafted, as always, can't remark otherwise...I'm spellbound by your vivid ink, my King...good night...your, Devil~lyn.

As always, your kind words bring a smile to this. I can't express my gratitude enough.

I am what you made me
A body with no soul

I am what you've become
A body with no soul ...

There are elements of a tragic love story here, a millennia old

Bravo! on this hypnotic piece.

LOVE the word choices and pacing,

Agreed with Lobo..the bits chosen for repitition..and the seemingly randomness of it are hypnotic..  
This was compassionate..i really enjoyed that aspect..  
 
 "wave of laments tinged with madness  
Gripped in their proliferate grief  
I start to feel the burden of sadness  
I am championed within their torment "  
 
The words i chose as mih favs being mih favorite thoughts...there were other places where i was lyrically breathless in pure pleasure of the taste and sound..  
 
 
"My recollection dislocating  
Memories that were better left entombed  
To crave flesh, animalistic  
I become hellbound beneath the moon"  
 
There is lament and surrender here..captured in sheer brilliant poetic turn and lay of word.  
Very eleagant at times Sir Rizin..  
Sinister yes..but not without humanity.  
 
I was very impressed by this!  
 
Love  
Jennifer

Thank you so very much

Thanks, Lobo.

The story of Dracula and Mina is a prime example of what a tragic love story should be. I'm sure you've noticed it, I try to incorporate as sense of eternal love in just about everything I write;after all, you can't have dark without light.

Lord Hades wicked dark masterful ink..

love these lines..

"I am what I've become
A body with no soul

Spectres howl for an eternity
A wave of laments tinged with madness
Gripped in their proliferate grief
I start to feel the burden of sadness
I am championed within their torment
The crimson moon highlights their endeavors
To unlock the mystery of death
Trapped in masquerades of cadavers"

swimming in you blackness getting lost in your mesmerizing lines..

love Crim

Thank you, Lady Crim. Honored.

I have no idea why this dark sinister ink made my skin blush, but it did. Almost as if your pen had an evil seductive spell.
So many incredible lines and masterful designs but the one that grabbed me the most was...
"The candles burn low
In The Circle of Thirteen
Necromantic
And sorcery
Beget hopeless romantics
Into suicidal pacts"   Grand ink Hades!

Thank you, you are too kind.