I am the neighbor in your crib. I cry weeds into trees and pick strawberries into gawl. The neighbor is you and so is all that you've summed yourself up to be. You howl at the moon. Defying your creativity. Judging your loving characteristics. You scream "will not" into that dark horses ear, and Whisper to the oh so little malevolent demon that shuts the curtains on your soul.
Originally posted by Ineptic Smurf"Ineptic" is not a word.
I am the neighbor in your crib. I cry weeds into trees and pick strawberries into gawl. The neighbor is you and so is all that you've summed yourself up to be. You howl at the moon. Defying your creativity. Judging your loving characteristics. You scream "will not" into that dark horses ear, and Whisper to the oh so little malevolent demon that shuts the curtains on your soul.
Originally posted by SpunkySmurphFigured as much.
He's angry at the world.
Also, so now he has one account thinking he's Apocalypse, and one thinking he's Darkseid?