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Name: Black_Heart2
Birthday: May 18
Location: in my home...the Arms of the darkness
Gender: Female
Last Seen: Mon, 23 May 2016

Membership: Member

Personal Bio
Bio Time:

Taken

Read my WHOLE bio before messaging me thank you :)

Status; Getting Better, Slowly, Gonna get a new Guitar, mine broke *coughcough* thanks Derek *coughcough*

Name: A secret

Age: get to know me maybe ill tell ya

Location: Cali

Bands:bvb,asking Alexandria, iorn madein , disturbed, rob zombie, vwmpires everywhere, other stuff...

Movies: pet cemetery, It, hellboy, Evil Dead, silent hill(1,2), Texas chainsaw massacre, hostile movies, the devils rejects, house of a thousand corpses, rob zombie's holloween, the original holloween movies, nightmare on elm street. Many more...

Well if you haven't figured it out by now I'm emo/Gothic

I love writing poetry

I build off road vehicles from scratch

I own a boat

I surf

Skateboard

Yet ima jockie girl at the same time I

Love sports

I'm bi (maybe lez)

I cut

I burn

I may be skitzo

I have bipolar

Im smart^^

I mostly like girls (BAD past with guys msg me if u wanna know)

I have kik

And a phone

I wont give u my number if i just met u i have to trust you

I can do tattoos

Im an artist

Singer

Songwriter

Guitar player

Drum player

Knows how to work weapons all kinds

Planning to be a DJ

My past:

I have been abused ..ima domestic voilence survivor

I always knew i was diffrent in some way

Im always treated diffrent

Im a outcast...

I try everyday to survive its very hard

If i was to write a biography on myself you would be crying jalf way.through

I can wrkte short stories...poems...and novels

Here is a exapmle

Why would you do this?

Cuz me such harm and hurt

I'm falling ...falling

From life but when I crash I get right back up

It leaves dents and scars

Even takes sometime to heal

I'm a fallen angel

Always getting hurt

Lied to

And not cared for

But when all hope is lost

I look up ...

And I see this light

This light that shines so bright.

I get blind from its light

It gets dimmer and fades away

I wonder if this is my hope my reason

But...

It goes away

In the darkness I hear voices

See things things that are

To real to be fake

But

Maybe its not

Maybe its my salvation

I have this army

Following in my footsteps

Leading and following

Hoping to survive

but I let them down

And I don't know why

I try and I try

I just fall

And I come back better than ever

Stronger....

Ready to lead

This army behind

my shoulder

with the sun on my face and

The moon on my back

Ready to fight

VALENTINES DAY IS COMING UP,SINGLE OR NOT SI PEOPLE INBOX YOU...

Blue=i want a second chance

Yellow=you're cute

Green=i want a kiss

Purple=Better friendship

Red=let's chill

Pink=let's cuddle

Orange=i owe you an apology

Black=i want a hug

Rainbow=i really like you

White=i'm crushing on you

Brown=i love you

"Give Me A Reason"

Feed on me

You know I?m never far

Feed off me

Like a vulture on a deer hit by a car

I can only do so much

And of course it?s never enough

I don?t think that you see

Exactly what you?re doing to me

Don?t speak

Don?t speak

Give me a reason to turn and run

Give me a reason to burn this house down

Give me a reason I wish you would

I wish you would

Wish you would

Give me a reason for disaster

And I?ll be happy ever after

Give me a reason I wish you would

I wish you would

Wish you would

So you've tried your best

To get out of this mess

But that?s just a joke

You?ve never awoke

To the sound of a mother screaming at night

Don?t speak

Don?t speak

Give me a reason to turn and run

Give me a reason to burn this house down

Give me a reason I wish you would

I wish you would

Wish you would

Give me a reason for disaster

And I?ll be happy ever after

Give me a reason I wish you would

I'd wish you would

Wish you would

I wish you would

Wish you would

Wish you would

Wish you would

Wish you would

Give me a reason to turn and run

Give me a reason to burn this house down

Give me a reason I wish you would

I wish you would

Wish you would

Give me a reason for disaster

And I?ll be happy ever after

Give me a reason to turn and run

I wish you would

I wish you would

~Three days Grace

My name is Chris

I am three,

My eyes are swollen

I cannot see,

I must be stupid

I must be bad,

What else could have made

My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better

I wish I weren't ugly,

Then maybe my mommy

Would still want to hug me.

I can't do a wrong

I can't speak at all

Or else I'm locked up

All day long.

When I'm awake I'm all alone

The house is dark

My folks aren't home.

When my mommy does come home

I'll try and be nice,

So maybe I'll just get

One whipping tonight.

I just heard a car

My daddy is back

From Charlie's bar.

I hear him curse

My name is called

I press myself

Against the wall.

I try to hide

From his evil eyes

I'm so afraid now

I'm starting to cry.

He finds me weeping

Calls me ugly words,

He says it's my fault

He suffers at work.

He slaps and hits me

And yells at me more,

I finally get free

And run to the door.

He's already locked it

And I start to bawl,

He takes me and throws me

Against the hard wall

I fall to the floor

With my bones nearly broken,

And my daddy continues

With more bad words spoken,

''I'm sorry!? I scream

But it?s now much too late.

His face has been twisted

Into an unimaginable shape.

The hurt and the pain

Again and again

Oh please God, have mercy!

Oh please let it end!

And he finally stops

And heads for the door

While I lay there motionless

Sprawled on the floor.

My name is Chris

I am three,

Tonight my daddy

Murdered me

~Put this on your profile if you're against child abuse~

That's what people do to me, I almost died several times.....

Me, behave? Seriously? As a child I saw Tarzan almost naked, Cinderella arrived home after midnight, Pinocchio told lies, Aladdin was a thief, Batman drove over 200 miles an hour, Snow White lived in a house with 7 men, Popeye smoked a pipe and had tattoos, Pac Man ran around to digital music while eating pills that enhanced his performance, and Shaggy and Scooby were mystery solving hippies that always had the munchies. The fault is not mine! If you had this childhood and loved it, repost!

Something I wrote:

The light is fading,

I chase it but get shot down everytime,

I think I'm going crazy,

I woke up with blood,

Sweet, Dark, Dripping blood,

Yet I couldn't figure out whom it belongs,

Something is tearing me,

But I don't know what,

I've cried myself to sleep,

I know someone cares but,

I'm too blind to see,

What's so wrong with me?

Do My scars chase you away?

I know I'm a tragedy,

That sees nothing but black,

As a feather falls off my white wings,

Black ones continue to grow,

God has deceived me,

I don't know why,

Is it because I'm different?

I ask myself all night if I should change,

But then I realized,

No matter whim I chose to be... I will be

Myself no matter what,

Now that I've noticed that,

I've grown stronger,

I was able to push the darkness away and find the light,

I'm now leading an army,

An army whom is ready to fight during the night

~No Stealing~

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