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Again, I write on crumpled paper-skin. Darker inks are deeper scars. I'm fading in and out of words, fading, in and out like the sunsets and a ceiling fan and an empty bottle spinning. So before these memories swirl and fade, let me write all on crumpled paper-skin. Three lines, with my name on it. Three lines, with my hate on it. Three lines, with all my tears, and the last lines bearing love.

We are the sky and beyond, the earth, and beneath, the waters ever deep, that if there was a way to measure love then our love would be unmeasurable.

This is no pen, but with it, I write on flesh. On paper, it drips the emptiness that is me-- filled only by a rhythm. I am alone, yet where I stand I am the world where darkness revolves.

Dark Side by Caerberu Begun on the last months of 2007. Last editted January 24, 2008 This is a world torn in two halves from the attempt to return to Paradise. The worlds are separated by the Endless Fall—what man knows as the edge of the world. One side is a land of abundance. Of this side, it will be enough for you to know that it is marked by a series of wars, and that a greater war far beyond their fears will fall upon them. For now, the story I will tell you, however, is the story of th...

Dark Side by Caerberu Begun on the last months of 2007. Last editted January 24, 2008 This is a world torn in two halves from the attempt to return to Paradise. The worlds are separated by the Endless Fall—what man knows as the edge of the world. One side is a land of abundance. Of this side, it will be enough for you to know that it is marked by a series of wars, and that a greater war far beyond their fears will fall upon them. For now, the story I will tell you, however, is the story of th...