Art 4 Metal

KingZog has an amazing website. His Art work is designed to demonstrate a gothic sense of horror, anguish, and dark fantasy. He even designed album covers for several metal bands!
Anyone interested in Dark Art should click here.
Keith, looking forward to seeing your next works.

Grave Darkness!

Lonesome Death

Seems a lot of people are petrified of dying alone. Some are scared that they won't find a perfect partner; so they spend the rest of their lives having to endure loneliness. Others maybe are divorcees who gave up on the whole idea of new beginnings, and now all they're dedicated to is raising the children. Some have even substituted the lack of human company with pets, … A week after they die, they're found with their faces half eaten by their cats! This one I find particularly amusing.
To die alone… all I can think of is this emptiness. What are the chances that one would die alone? … How isolated would one be? What did they reject, or what did they embrace to be cut off from everything? Seems it doesn't really matter, as the common consequence leaves you with the same thought before you die.

Better to Never Have Loved..

They say "Better to have loved and lost", a condolence to a broken heart.I scorn their resignation… I say "better to never have loved, then you wouldn't have lost".
When you're alone again, all you'd have is memories searing your senses, not empathizing with your loss. The sweet turns bitter, and the bitter turns worse… and you're left to struggle with the pain.
"Love" never gives the promise of forever. It's us who do all the talking, like you're bound to say what your mind sows for you, no matter how high it is with all the confusing frenzy.

Then, when it’s all clear, you wake up with the worst hangover of your life, not knowing what hit you. Karma works its magic.
"Better to never have loved" …maybe the resignation is mine.

Haunted!

And so, it is said, you are haunted!
My friend, we are haunted all;
And every homestead holds a ghost
That ever has held a pall.

Do you think that the empty cradle
Has never a ghost within?
Or he unused nursery table
Hears never a ghostly din?

Think you there is never a patter
Of unseen feet on the floor?
Or that never a voiceless clamour
Floats in through the garden door?

Is there ever a maid or a widow
Whose love lies under a stone,
Who holds not a ghost to her aching heart,
To cherish and call her own?

Is there ever a grey-haired beauty
Looks not in her glass to see-
No time-worn face- but the phantom form
Of the belle she was wont to be?

Was there ever a wretch abandoned,
A waif from the hour of birth,
Whose unknown mother was not to him
A ghost on the dreary earth?

Could there ever be a man or woman,
Facing through lane or street,
Who could not extend an open hand
Some shadowy friend to greet?

Could there ever be a man or a woman
So lonely and loveless through life,
Was never haunted by kith or kin,
Spirit of peace or strife?

Could there ever be a human being
With heart so narrow and small
That never a ghost could his therein,
To waken at Memory's call?

There are some with vision beclouded
Who see not all that they might;
And some, of a finer essence born,
Who see with the inner sight.

To these the past hath its phantoms,
More real than solid earth;
And to these death does not mean decay,But only another birth.

By Isabella Banks

True Blood

The graphics of the game Togainu no Chi (True Blood) are amazing. A friend downloaded them. This one in particular took my breath away…

Imaginary

All this time, you think I'm alone in my dark room…I am not.
I just need to concentrate, so I can see their faces clearly. My beloveds, I will. So your faces don't distort turning you into monsters. Monsters I adore!

From the Heart

Sometimes I feel invisible as ghost, watching you from far away… raging, laughing…toying, or tolerating. You're passing me inattentively, or simply scolding my presence... Other times, I am the one to forsake you, when I let you go by without holding on to you.
Forgive me, I humbly forget how beautiful you are. But you can still take my breath away when you make them smile, or when you make me cry. It's like a slap I get, to remember never to underestimate you again. I won't… for now.