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And When All The World Comes Crashing Down...

Apr. 27th, 2006 | 09:40 pm
location: In my head.
mood: indifferentindifferent
music: Bleed The Dream - Just Like I Remember

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This is Me.

Feb. 13th, 2006 | 07:56 pm
mood: contentcontent
music: Thrice - Musicbox

I am a seventeen year old wiccan girl from Canada. I've got dark brown hair and eyes that change from blue to grey to green. I can be random and sarcastic and I do have opinions. My favourite place in the world is Salem Massachusetts (been there once), the only place I ever really felt I belonged.

Sometimes I feel like I've been here for a thousand years and slowly forgotten everything as time kept going. Sometimes I want to lie down in the middle of an empty street while the rain pounds on me, just to feel like it's all being washed away. I'm so tired of feeling like I'm in this cage, this cell, having to pretend I'm not what I am so I'm not cast out.

Welcome to this dark little world that is me. My name's not really Sati, but you guys can feel free to call me that, as it is my ever-popular nickname. I'm not a fake, I'm not a poser, I'm not here to spit out some sob story that makes people feel sorry for me. I'm me, that's it, it's that simple. Yes, I'm a wiccan, yes, I'm bisexual, and yes, I have a questionable obsession with Davey Havok. But that's beside the point... I'm a little goth, a little punk, perhaps a little emo. I want to be held, I want to feel loved. I want to kick, I want to scream. I won't hunt you down, skin you alive and dip you in salt if you don't comment me nicely, you're quite welcome to your own opinion. No one's stopping you. Especially me. So read on. Love it, hate it, comment on it, whatever. Have fun.

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Malleus Maleficarum

Feb. 13th, 2006 | 07:18 pm
mood: contentcontent
music: AFI - Girls Not Grey

Malleus Maleficarum

AFI


Open my eyes as I submerge and I won't deny what I've been since birth.
I'll die drowned by your standards.
Breathe in the life of the summmer's death as the orange and red breathe their first breath,
so welcome as they're burning through. We all begin to burn.
Autumn's flame dance's in my eyes. Set alight for all we've learned.
My ashes falling. My skin is singed but it heals my heart and with glowing pride I'll wear my scars.
I'm honored by your hatred. Leaves fall we arise again, and the end impending, it will begin.
So welcome as it's burning through. Ashes fall and I'm rising up again.
Ashes fall. Ashes fall. Ashes fall as we all arise.

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