I'm seth, considered by most people that see my work to be a writer. I've written song lyrics that have been or coninue to be used by various local artists. My emotional intelligence is above average helping me to identify my surroundings and express them in my writing.
Much like Tool, I find metaphors the strongest way to do this.
(I wrote this a few minutes before finding this site)
Red is flaring across my eyes
I'm seeing the devil in his disgize
I quickly realize I'm moving too slow
I've been here alone, last I checked
My pack is dead, I wont be next
What I'm hoping, is to break a neck
This is how I'll show you I'm powerful
My claws are drawn sparking their scratch
My legs are sprawled eager to attack
This time I'm going for your rounded horns
I want them right where you'll feel them fine
I laugh as I listen, to you pathetically whine
...Slithering sperpant,
some of us are too important to die
