Mouldie

To put it in easy terms I'm a metal head. I live, eat, breathe, and die for it. For many people music is something they find to be an interest, for me my music is a life style. I play the guitar and I also do vocals. I'm currently working on my own project because my band broke up after the greatest show of our career. It was sad because it was bound to happen due to creative differences and hostility within the band. I'm a sophomore at Plymouth State and I'm going for my MBA in marketing. Eventually I'd like to run my own recording studio and then start my own label. I’m trying to not thinking to big at the moment so that I don’t spend a lot of time with my head in the clouds. Along with the studio and label I would like to own some place where I could have metal artist play, like a small pub venue or something like that. If you would like to know more about me just ask.
With in the darkness an angel touched my lips. The nightmares of witches and lies burned. As I turned back I saw a world of flame. Every hellish memory was engulfed, how she could create such a fire was a mystery to me. The faces of distrust began to bubble with in the flames until their skin became that of ash. With in the ash there was nothing. No more pain, no more fears, no more degradation. All that was left was a brightly glowing ember. At first the embers light was weak, maybe out of my own fear I could not see the beauty it held. With in minuets the light began to grow, but it was no longer shrouded in the ashes that burned all that I had hated but loved.

The light blinded me; I was surrounded in a world of light. Something that I had not seen since before the witches came to pass. In the distance of the light I saw a figure; her body gave off a warm gleam of hope. The warmth cleared away all the cynical corrosion that had been growing around me heart. She moved closer to me and as she took each step I became more and more nervous. I had felt this kind of warmth before but it was masked by a world of sorrow, was this angel another two sided vixen or could the warmth that she projected be something real?

Her hand reached out to mine, and as our skin touched the light flooded into my throat and I closed my eyes. When I opened my eyes I stood with the figure, which now was in the form of a woman. She was a goddess who beheld the picture of beauty and innocents. When I finally could turn my vision away from her radiant blue eyes I found that our surroundings had changed. I was again in the forest, but it was not the forest that I had remembered. It wasn’t filled with the sent of hatred and darkness, but rather the taste of love, the unknown and was filled with the brightest colors I had ever seen with in a forest so deep.

I’m happy now, though, I still worry. My worries are no longer of things such as distrust and sorrow. Instead I worry about how long this will last, will my next embrace with my goddess be my last? I worry about what will happen when I have to leave my goddess for longer periods of time, but something in the way she looks at me makes all of that disappear. I have found love once again, and I walk with her on the path that leads me out of the forest. With her I can let all the bitter memories of my past rest. I can start a new life, built from the ashes of old, and built out of a love that I pray to God will last a life time.

I love you pumpkin and I’m so glad you have chosen to walk along this path of life with me. Without you I think I would still have been in my internal hell not able to find away out of the darkness.