I have deep admiration towards things that have been rooted in a dark nature, Im a reader of poetry, Edgar Allan Poe is my Fav! When it comes to Music I'm pretty much open minded. Just for the sake of Naming Movies, here are a few, 30 Days On Night, The Collector, Hostile, (all) Saw Movies, mainly Blood, Gore & sick humor. I think of myself as a free spirit, I find it sad that some people are soo quick to judge others before getting to know that person on the inside, lol people can suck sometimes.

If theres something you like to learn about me, please feel free to ask.

~Lupine Dreams~

Enter the wolf.
With cunning he approaches from down wind.
Always seeking to conceal his scent.
Shoulders low to the ground, he stalks his lamb.

She is so beautiful.
So innocent.
So delicious.

Her scent maddening to his senses.
Jaws watering in anticipation as he stalks.
Heart racing, distance closing, the wolf quickens his approach.

The setting sun at his back.
Nature's colors of twilight transform the beast to but a shadow.

A whisper.

A perfect hunter in the night.

A dream to some.
A nightmare to others.

~Billy, 2010

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Hello my dear....

~Vampire~

An exquisitely young and lovely girl.
Lain on her back before me, her life unfurled.
Silken hair askew in a spiral swirl.

Her hand dangling from the altar, skin pale as a bone.
Fingers slowly open, the contents of her hand now shown.
Flower drifting to the floor, it's final flight flown.

Shadows slowly crawling across the floor.
Moonlight gradually retreating from the door.
The time is now a quarter past four.

Cold winter air.
Wind whipping at my long flowing hair.
So it is that i gaze upon my lair.

Another night hunting spent.
Blood enough drank to pay another day's rent.
From this life there is no repent.

Yet another lovely maiden lain dead.
Once more the guilt echoing through my head.
Already i feel a new hunger that will soon need to be fed.

Vampire is the name by which i go.
Heartless creature, cold as January snow.
I live but i am not alive, hell is all i know.

Retreating to my tomb i must sleep, close my eyes.
Tormented until sunset by my victim's cries.
My makers promises...nothing but lies.

~Billy, 2010

Darkest greetings to you, my lady...