i am nobody that you really should know about, only that i live for the darkness of the night, and the moon granting me it's energy, to feast. i have black hair that sweaps into my face and it's long past my back. my name is seth. (bows down) i can say that im mainly alone, i dont have "real" friends, since the loss of my beloved, i dont care for anyone else, for death without return is a painfull matter to live with. though his life still lives in what is left of my cold and dead heart. i only have one rule for those who want to befriend me, dont accept me as a friend, but yet someone thats there. . . .
i dont really like much these nights, but the memoriese of my beloved sam.
i only dislike one thing, my heart, for it brings me great pain. i live with the pain every night, though im really dying with it inside.
i dont have any favorite bands or anything. . . i listen to what fits my mood the best.