TheBronyHeart

A world that is unable, and at it's very most not wanting to hold me. I find myself back to where I started in this mad, and cruelly condescending landscape of barren fields and burning seas. Nothing seems left to meet my gaze as I scan the vast expanse to find only my lost interests. To this curse, a devil's tricks and melancholy catastrophe. I am lost in my own furrows and imaginitive wasteland that is the fire I walk so boldly in. I walk, in a circle of pointless aparitions that leave me deserving the most wanted sacrements of acceptance that often escape my own dwelling. I talk so lowly of my steps taken towards infinite despise. Perhaps I speak to myself, or my shadow of intent that will now, and always forever be about me. I hope, plead, for deterence of the walls that constrict me in here. I must escape the shadow, and this dreaded devil's mission. Oh to where I should go? For I have not the slightest of ideas in which I could muster any and all forms of delight to approach meager collateral and critique. I speak of random musings and squalor of better things. But can you not see that the reason for so is that I am doomed to repeat the mistake of writing for demon's sake over , and oh so much over again. OH, my shadow, it eats. oh my soul is devoured, but not gone, only changed in its' form and seen so differently for what it now is. I seek now the most unfathomable of doctrines, why my own decree of freedom from tyranny. Tyranny ruled by the governs of my own torment, and so by these standards, I am bound to eternity by my own fortitude. I seek no more knowing such, and wish to end all things that are permenant. -David Favret

I... I cant explain it, but it feels like I have done something wrong. SOmething just isn't right... My work isnt done here... there is more to tell...

Today, I seek refuge from the weary souls that surround me. I have long fought this war in life, and yet I have fought so little. Nothing seems to make sense while the eve of dawning night approaches so rapidly. Yes, this is my story, neigh, my indication of a life of desertion. What else soothes the aches of tormented humanity? And so I find my tongue twisted and spewing lies forth to you and the rest of the masses. I find this in myself to be the damning factor, and seek retribution. SO I walk without a shadow, from here to there. Never ending but all in the same of having already ended. This may just be my devil's curse, cast upon me like a simple inspiration. Yet this being, this entity, my missing shadow, OH how it burns me! I can feel it creeping forth, slowly stretching its ensemble dreadfully over me. I see now in the stained mirror, only the true face that covets me. This, oh this... the devil's curse upon me. Arguments ensue as a discordant fellow I have become. Arguments with myself in my own maddening world. And so I find it easier to be alone as this damned shadow overtakes me. Seeking pity in places of grief that lead only to more strife. I seek the redemption that eludes me. I seek refuge from my accursed soul. I am among the damned and willing. God save my soul. Or is this only what i wish to say, what I no doubt only want to believe. Yes, this devil's curse, this shadow inside that escapes to overtake... I see it all. All but the inception of my own delirious mind unto yours. Can you hear it? Oh, you cannot? A shame that is. Surely I now go mad; surely I die alone in this putrid shell of a being that is overrun with the facilities of devil's and shadow beings. I say again, I must surely be damned. Nothing will see through the abyss that is my illuminated anxiety. Oh no, and none too soon. I fear it will only be too late by the time you realize just what these words mean. Oh dear, for it seems that again I find myself unable to quite comprehend the sanctities that make my mind. Who does this make me? And just who does that make me in a world that cannot house me? A world that is unable, and at it's very most not wanting to hold me. I find myself back to where I started in this mad and cruelly condescending landscape of barren fields and burning seas. Nothing seems left to meet my gaze as I scan the vast expanse to find only my lost interests. To this curse, a devil's tricks and melancholy catastrophe. I am lost in my own furrows and imaginative wasteland that is the fire I walk so boldly in. I walk in a circle of pointless apparitions that leave me deserving the most wanted sacraments of acceptance that often escape my own dwelling. I talk so lowly of my steps taken towards infinite despise. Perhaps I speak to myself, or my shadow of intent that will now, and always forever be about me. I hope, plead, for deterrence of the walls that constrict me in here. I must escape the shadow, and this dreaded devil's mission. Oh to where I should go? For I have not the slightest of ideas in which I could muster any and all forms of delight to approach meager collateral and critique. I speak of random musings and squalor of better things. But can you not see that the reason for so is that I am doomed to repeat the mistake of writing for demon's sake over, and oh so much over again. OH, my shadow, it eats. Oh my soul is devoured, but not gone, only changed in its' form and seen so differently for what it now is. I seek now the most unfathomable of doctrines, why my own decree of freedom from tyranny. Tyranny ruled by the governs of my own torment, and so by these standards, I am bound to eternity by my own fortitude. I seek no more knowing such, and wish to end all things that are permanent. Ah yes, to destroy anything premature and oh so permanent in the memory of existing thoughts. Redundant my mind is often declared because of its ill will of repeated mistakes. So I search deeper, farther down the line, past all which devil himself has ‘ought to have forgotten. Days of days well spent. Days of days now wasted. So our crimes which are apparent, now overcome by the damned spectra that is the creeping onslaught that the world designates my shadow. Search deep, find an answer, and kill the shadow. This devil's curse I keep to saying, often wallowing in the self-loathing it brings. This devil's curse which forsook my past in the place I wish to see. But now, oh how now all I see is the barren fields. Anything and everything of value is gone to me. I am forsaken by my own shadow, and so I walk alone, yet still with the covering that disowned me so. I found what I sought, but at the same, I have not. For this is not describable, and I shall not attempt such. Woe is me, for my weakness in words to tell you what I see. Though it breaks my heart in new ways, also unable to describe. You see, this shadow, an agent of the devil's curse, oh how it MOCKS ME! Standing where the light shows, always there for me in the worst of ways. THIS! THIS is the reason I am undesirable, unfit for living with the commons and instead forcing squander, meager helpings upon myself, for that is now all I know, all I will ever bear witness to as I march across a sea of shattered glass and salted fire. Let the trail of blood I leave serve as a reminder to those who lose themselves as I have. The blood will be all there is of me when I fully disappear in the shadow that is my innards and new way of thinking. Slowly, yet assuredly I will be devoured, and never sought again. So I walk in the circles I lay before me, obvious never to stray from my plans, lest I forget why I laid them. So on, and so forth, doomed to repeat, or failure to comprehend? Unfair is this question that I bring myself to thinking. It only cuts deeper into the mind that I no longer wish to possess. Why would one such as me even need such a thing as a mind? For the shadow I have serves this function in its stead. And as I continue to walk in my circles, desperate to breathe in new breaths, I ask myself of why it ever happened. This is of an origin as to which I can no longer remember. Has it not been for all of existing eternity that I have been confined here in the prison of blood and hate? I sought this, yes, oh so long ago. Thoughts now dead that cannot be revived. And so, regardless of realizing hate in words, and pity in kindness, we seek on. We, I no longer fit. We, as one, A being and its shadow, now completely one. My new name, OUR new name, is a combination of nothing and digression. Leaving no room for unwanted desire of free will. The shadow took over, I gave in, or so it seems, because here now, on the dawn of night I stand, coveted in every which way imaginable. I grieve. Why? To what end does my own pursuit follow? I found nothing? Nothing at all... So it was my ignorance that sustained me, and kept me imprisoned. This to all ends must be what invoked my never ending insanity, this, is the devil's curse. So I realize, now, that I am trapped. By doing so, I figure by all means that insanity will next strike. The shadow, inching nearer to my throat. Proof of my damnation to the eternal flame of a kindled anger that will always thirst for the blood of oneself. The devil's curse, one cannot overcome. The shadow, one cannot defeat. So what now of me? I left a trail of bloodied footprints meant to guide, but only led others to the damning vindication that I desperately still attempt to escape. Obvious and simple things do not exist. All things hold more true meanings in their sides that cannot be seen. Here and forever, I accepted my fate, amongst the playthings that the demons provoked. Nothing left for me. I encourage the shadow; let it take its awaited toll. My dedication, which by all means was meant to be an everlasting fight that would hold no victor, and go one past the eve that dawns on the morning. I am a fool, and for this I covet even myself. I welcome an end to all things. Even that of my acclaimed dedication is nothing. Simply put, it is the dedication of the damned. -David Favret (Finally was able to access a decent computer and put it all into one post. Just disregard my other posts in this thread.)

Oh... that fic.... I am sorry for making you relive that... I guess I am just not sensitive to stories like that. they just don't bother me cause they arent real...

That's not enough... Though, now that you say that, I think i may know just what you are talking about... does it involve a decapitation?

Known for pasta... Know, would you please at leasdt tell me what the fan fic is so my curiousity doesnt get the better of me..

Known for apparently not liking big mcantosh

Known for having an evil signature...

Known for not being very good at this game =P

Known for making me lose the game! I was on a two month streak!

Known for not yping lolipops and sunflower seeds going to disney land while riding a trampeline

Known for thinking I was joking... i iz SOOOOOO serious! *Serious face* I AM MAD AT YOU! how could you do this to me?! *sad face*

Known for not realizing You ninjad me...

Oh... so let me get this straight... you just go around saying AVERYONE's Avies are cute?! Known for leading me on! *Sigh* NINJA!

Well, I often find myself wondering about this scenario... The main thing I must make clear is, I don't ever want to have a ridiculous amount of money. Most likely, I would pay off debts and save a little for taxes and what not... and the only other thing I would use it for, would be if somehow I don't get my scholarships. I would use it to pay for college. After that, I would just give it away... I would find several charity groups and split the money between them.

The best advice i can give is to 1) Never buy Armor or anything to shield you from getting hit 2) Get shot, the more you get shot, the more likely you are to learn how NOT to. 3) Don't ever have someone on your team who is lible to accidently shoot you in the back right after you start playing. 4) Just do it, the more you play, the better it gets!

Known for starting an art request thread, one which I replied to and sked for a drawing of snuggles and wubs..

That may be so, but if you have anything to do with Communism, America goes into a panic and tries to go to war with you....

Known for devastation on an atomic level! ... oh wait, you are not the russian soviet! WAIT! Dimitri isnt here, lets hold a democracy party!