May. 14th, 2003

gnutmeg: (dark)
some macabre demon
hunts the streets of night
he hungers for blood
the sweet wine that pours forth
from broken human flesh
the darkness is his cape
as he runs thru the shadows
he awaits his next victim
invisions enclosing her
in his fatal embrace
outside the bedroom window
he gently calls her name
she runs outside to join him
her teacher, her friend, her joy
her love, her life
her death
she is alone with a demon
but surely she can't know
with a sharp pinprick of pain
she finds out
too late
too bad
gnutmeg: (please let me out)
I AM TAKING ANY AND ALL ICON REQUESTS RIGHT NOW AS I AM REALLY REALLY REALLY BORED!!!


Updated my icon site. Now have 255 icons. (Mostly bases)

Some examples of my newest icons:
1. 2. 3.


In other news, the most entertaining thing I have to say is that I have nothing to say. Truly boring.

Working on a quiz. Need to hunt down certain people so I can finish it, though. Of course, neither will be on until much much later. Figures.