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Good evening! I am Asmodaisical. But one leaf in the wind, but I hope I may interest you enough to warrant a visit. Wood has been added to the fire, and I've some tea brewing. Perhaps I may even prepare a dinner, should you be hungry. In the meanwhile, please do enjoy the lounging room. I've just set up the record player.



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"White floors, adorned with gold,
Amber plots, with room to hold,
It is quiet, and afraid of what has been sold,
White floors, amber plots, a story untold.

Cascading stairs of grass and mold,
Bannister's of rotten cold and wood of fetid soul,
Where once they were trodden day by day,
The will was overtaken by abandoned decay.

Halls of old, decrepit make,
The crumbling paint, age unable to shake,
Holes dashed upon the dying floor,
So old, and forgotten, it remembers no more.

A roof stood firm, through the times,
It weeps at the sight of the collapsed pines,
Gutters clear, with water unseen,
It bides its time, before its support falls clean.

A home standing firm, with illness through it all,
A rotten foundation,
And every decrepit wall.
Floors making way for the void beneath the fall,
The wood only stands when it is needed after all."

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Ah, finally! The tea is finished, I do hope you were able to keep yourself entertained. I do apologize for making you wait, nonetheless. Please, feel free to call me Asmo. This is my little corner of the internet, and while nothing spectacular, I assure you I've entire volumes of ideas behind my deadened gaze. I blame a severe lack of caffeine for my disposition, for I am a fiend endlessly chasing the stimulant to every end.

Regardless! I am forgetting my manners, you hardly know me past my name, surely. For nearly twelve years now, I have been viciously writing. Whether it be poetry, prose, observation, or commentary, it is said I was born with a pen in hand. As for a journal, well. I've seen far too many to claim to be a one book man. I do not wish to mislead you, though. I am a man of many words, this may be said, but I am also a man with no voice. I am not very social, though this may be of my own fault. But I do not dislike company! No, no. I often find it difficult to escape my internal monologues, is all.

Enough about me, though. I've spent 21 years learning about myself. I must say, I am far more intrigued to come to know you, dear reader. Please, indulge my curiosity. Enlighten me, and ignite the furnace of creativity between us.

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ENTJ - Taurus-Aries Cusp

21

Asmodaisical/Asmo

EST Time

Insomniac, Introvert, Hopeful Fool


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Now, before you choose to depart from my meager abode, please do accept these few final gifts. Music is quite important to me, you see. Not only does it inspire me, but, oft times I find it to be one of the most calming methods of coping. Coping for any situation, truly. We all have hard times, rough days, and mental breaks. Please do not be hard on yourself.

Broken - Patrick Watson
Here Comes the River - Patrick Watson
Liars - Gregory Alan Isakov
That Sea, the Gambler, Gregory Alan Isakov
Cocaine and Abel - Amigo the Devil

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Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

Possibly Mary Elizabeth Frye

Inquiring minds want to know why we too should befriend Asmodaisical!

Did you remember to explain why your friend is awesome?