Darkness came over my soul. Slowly but surely He transformed me into a beast, the likes of which neither He nor I had ever seen. Certainly, of my many personalities at least one was an extraordinary actress. For how else to explain my apparent normality in front of others with whom I do not have an intimate relationship of some sort? But my alter egos are nameless apart from these classifications.
The Dark One - murder and torture rein supreme in her sadistic mind, plotting endlessly, her subconcious a twisting mass of revenge and evil cunning.
The Sweet One - she who appears, smiling, kind, at rare moments, perpetually polite and, for all intents and purposes, normal.
The Crazed One - ah, she is a fun one. She babbles of odd and random things, running about, shrieking and wreaking havoc for no obvious reason other than her own amusement. And, of course, this is not a complete list. But one cannot be left out.
She is a direct result of Him. My transformer. She lusts for blood and thrives on pure carnal energy. She can seduce whomever she sets her sight on and drain the life right out of them. She is an incredible creature, yet she is only a small part of me. But I can feel her growing. Dominating. And it is only a matter of time before we are one and the same.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
I would KILL to have this jacket. During the Black Parade tour each member of MCR wore a different marching-band-style jacket. They are all gorgeous but Gerard's is the most classic style and, of course, the most easily recognized. Every replica I have found is expensive, costumey-looking, and close but no cigar when it comes to accuracy of design. I want to make my own so I'm posting several different angles on the jacket to make a sketch of the design later.