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~SilverAndCyanide
You've entered the vampire's castle. Welcome to my not-so-humble abode.
I'm a benevolent creature, don't worry. I enjoy hearing about the lives of my visitors.
Feel free to take a seat and tell me a bit about yourself. You may stay as long as you like.
Care for a glass of blood wine? There's plenty to go around, but I could always use more donations...
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The best brother in the world~
Hey, I'm Silver, local owl dragon vampire thing.
I live on the US West Coast and am currently an EE student.
Most of the time I just chat and play games between my job and school. I don't have as much energy to entertain random messages nowadays, but feel free to note me or something.
My hobbies include photography, piano, video games, creative writing, and socializing in group chats. No, I do not RP.
If I ever seem cold or rude please consider that I suffer from (severe) depression and lack energy to sound happy all the time. I'm actually a very very chill guy.
Actual gucci gang
🏳️🌈 Bisexual, aro, and proud. ♂️
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Ring, Ring, Humble Raven
a month ago
Think, think, and make a plan,
o' mind so desperate for respite—
don't break your legs while on the run,
for the Raven's flight has now begun.
Tick, tock, the hands will turn,
and antsy fate will leap with faith—
the tailwind on which Raven rides
was born from choices left behind.
Chop, chop, let's get to work,
it's time to make up for your worth—
the Raven flies with knowing eyes
that pierce right through your joyful guise.
Flap, flap, feathers on wind,
on pace with which paranoia crawls—
unknowing when the dread will strike,
teasing when the time is right.
Tick, tock, the world's not waiting,
don't fall behind while feigning death—
it's far too hard to find the means
to not melt down behind the scenes.
Clap, clap, the crowd will cry
and laugh at what you think and say—
the love you thought would be appraised
has fallen off their words, unfazed.
Thump, thump, o' modest heart,
the stage fright settles when mind is struck—
it's yearning for its void to fill
by pouring out your love, until...
Ring, ring, humble Raven,
hereupon now death's new door—
put to an end the joy I give
that I bestow so they may live.
Knock, knock, do step right in,
and bring with you the dread I missed—
the only friend that I have known,
it seems to be the doubt I've sown.
Clack, clack, your beak is right
to laugh at my existence, true—
the dreamful rest I've waited for
has come with you upon my door.
Flap, flap, with gentle wings
do I now feel the chilling breeze—
reality has set in straight
what my old heart has set to hate.
Thump, thump, upon the floor
have I become so lifeless, bird—
it feels like waves of dread no more,
unlike the life I lived before.
Tick, tock, is all they'll hear,
much like the empty thoughts I formed—
the only difference is now I've found
the meager love that's laid around.
Ring, ring, humble Raven,
hereupon now death's new door—
the dread that they may feel again
is just your likeness; round the bend.
Flap, flap, gentle wings,
leave me now to woo myself—
my heart and mind may work as one
to build upon what you've begun.
Thump, thump, o' modest heart,
hear me now, what we have learned—
the humble Raven makes us see
what wakeful life is meant to be.
o' mind so desperate for respite—
don't break your legs while on the run,
for the Raven's flight has now begun.
Tick, tock, the hands will turn,
and antsy fate will leap with faith—
the tailwind on which Raven rides
was born from choices left behind.
Chop, chop, let's get to work,
it's time to make up for your worth—
the Raven flies with knowing eyes
that pierce right through your joyful guise.
Flap, flap, feathers on wind,
on pace with which paranoia crawls—
unknowing when the dread will strike,
teasing when the time is right.
Tick, tock, the world's not waiting,
don't fall behind while feigning death—
it's far too hard to find the means
to not melt down behind the scenes.
Clap, clap, the crowd will cry
and laugh at what you think and say—
the love you thought would be appraised
has fallen off their words, unfazed.
Thump, thump, o' modest heart,
the stage fright settles when mind is struck—
it's yearning for its void to fill
by pouring out your love, until...
Ring, ring, humble Raven,
hereupon now death's new door—
put to an end the joy I give
that I bestow so they may live.
Knock, knock, do step right in,
and bring with you the dread I missed—
the only friend that I have known,
it seems to be the doubt I've sown.
Clack, clack, your beak is right
to laugh at my existence, true—
the dreamful rest I've waited for
has come with you upon my door.
Flap, flap, with gentle wings
do I now feel the chilling breeze—
reality has set in straight
what my old heart has set to hate.
Thump, thump, upon the floor
have I become so lifeless, bird—
it feels like waves of dread no more,
unlike the life I lived before.
Tick, tock, is all they'll hear,
much like the empty thoughts I formed—
the only difference is now I've found
the meager love that's laid around.
Ring, ring, humble Raven,
hereupon now death's new door—
the dread that they may feel again
is just your likeness; round the bend.
Flap, flap, gentle wings,
leave me now to woo myself—
my heart and mind may work as one
to build upon what you've begun.
Thump, thump, o' modest heart,
hear me now, what we have learned—
the humble Raven makes us see
what wakeful life is meant to be.
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