- - - THE SUFFERING - - -

That's some damn fine ass ink right there!

Very much appreciated, my friend. Thanks!

When you wrote this piece, were you playing bass or lead guitar 'cause for some reason I was hearing Tom Araya pitching from the top of his vocals. . .Or maybe perhaps you were on rhythm or playing the drums?. . .Well hell, Hades, you're the only one who really knows. . .Excellent primal ink, my King. . .xo, your Devil~lyn.

I listen to metal, in one form or another, all day at work. So there's always a rhythm and ideas bouncing around my head. You could say it was musically inspired. I may put some tunes to it. Hey, how did you know I play bass?

Rhythm and Lead don't suit you. . .And [for me] it's your shades that give you away. . .Bass players are always the eye of a groupie right next to the vocalist and the drummer. . .I know my metal, somewhat;)

(either that, or I'm psychic, or you're just blowing ink up my. . .pen. . .)

This is a very nice write.  

Thanks!

Lord Hades masterful ink feel this in my bones..

love the stand you take in the end..

"NO!

I am a statue of man
In the eye of the storm
Slowly breaking on winds
Blowing with burning scorn

When your dreams take their last breath
The beasts of burden cease their whispering
When the hurt is all you have left
Will you endure the suffering?"

love Crimsin

Thank you, lovely Crim.

Thanks, dear Taryn, for venturing down my darkened path once more

The entire poem was fabulous however, these lines were perfect for my mood this eve or morn ~ whichever <3

Hallowed by the bitter truth
That I am a waste of the world
The stars burn in desolation
In throes when misery is born

Thank you, mysterious. Sometimes I get words in my head and they just won't go away until I express them. This was one of those instances.

Lucky us that get o read those fabulously dark thoughts. :) Write on...