"Bloody stains" by Danny J. Men

I LIKE Kennith. :x Not only is he dreadfully cute (I have a thing for half-creature boyz XD), but I adore his personality. XD Finish thisssss.... :x

Danny J. Men replies: "*gives Kennith a chair and whip*Kennith: Wha' I'd do with this?Me: to hold the fangirls away, silly! *snickers*Kennith: . . ."

Kennith! ::glomps:: Poor bebe.. ::huggles:: Gah! Danny-kun, I'm jealous! Nobody's allowed to be better than me! No treats for you! :talks off..into a nicely padded wall, no less::

Danny J. Men replies: "No treat? Gah! Not fair! *whines*"

I gots the prefect thing to get those annoying stains out, hold still Kennith!
*helfts a bottle of bleach*
It'll only sting till it hits the bone ^-^

w00t for the stylized ears!

Danny J. Men replies: "*sceams are heard echoing through the dark halls*"

Aww, he's soo cute!! COLOR IT OR ELSE!!! (yes, that WAS a threat!) ^_^;

Danny J. Men replies: "~eep"

Ooh, nice background. Poor Kenneth. Poor craving-for-random-destruction Kenneth. Maybe you should work some more contrast into the shading for him. I have big problems with that, myself. Good picture, though!

Danny J. Men replies: "Yeah. I had such long intermissions on this drawing that the shading on Kennith faded. o__O"

*Swings from Kennith's ears*
Gimme a smile ^____^
The background is so detailed. Nice work Danny.

Danny J. Men replies: "Thanks!
Hee hee, gotta love those huge ears. ^_~"

I think this obne would also work...
Why am I here?
why am I living?
What is the porous of my existence?
I am not good.
Nor am I evil.
I am not alive and I am not dead.
I am just a being floating through life with out feelings with out a thought to call my own.
Taking up time and space in a world that doesn’t care.
I am a dream thought and then shattered.
There is no purpose for me to live.
So why do I?
Why do I live?
You can use these poems just ask me first.

I wrote a poem....I thought it would firt the pic although he didn't exactly kill his loved one but it looks kind of like he's ashamed of what he did....
I close my eyes
And I see her sweet face
Smiling up at me
An angel in the dark
The guide that leads my heart
It was so cold
Without her
I was so lost
Without her
The emptiness inside me
The merciless cruelty I held in my hands
It finally made its mark
The scar I carry forever
The blood of innocence trickles down my cheek
I have brought the rain of blood
Now the smell is stained in me forever
Now I can never be rid of my scar
But then she came
White iris in the rain of blood
Gentle tranquility, merciful maiden
White iris in the rain of blood
Shattering my wall of solitude
Opening my heart to weakness
She filled me
I was consumed in her white plum scent
such sweet innocence
the divine woman I long to have
I long to touch
To take as my own
She came to me
I needed her
I, a killer, too bloodstained to bear such beauty
She, an iris, too pure to know her love
Then such rage at her betrayal
The sweet dream lost forever
I cried
The pain of her existence, on that day, I died
The blood in me roared like no other
I blindly stumbled through
Slashing and killing all in my wake
An endless slaughter of life
Then the final strike
As weariness came to my body and soul
The pain will be gone now I thought
I opened my eyes
She lay at my feet
Life pouring a pool in the snow
My love, sweet iris in the rain of blood
I open my eyes