Dᴀᴍᴏɴ C. Wᴀʟᴛᴇʀ

Hello, My name is as stated above. I'll stick with what i know.


Just some guy, Tbh.

I'm not a difficult person to talk to, i just ask for patience and respect.
I don't think that's alot to ask for. But should you feel the need to, IM me.

I'd be more than happy for a chat. But don't expect much more. I'm not looking for a realtionship. A friend? maybe but i got plenty of those.

-Not looking for a quick fuck.

-Not searching for a soulmate.

-Avoiding SL STD's like the Black Plague.

-Should you miss a chance to talk to me and i go offline, send a notecard.

I loved you in your love language but you couldn't love me in mine.


That being said. Please respect my boundries. be polite, and of course. don't be shy with your words. expect the same from me. Cause i tell it like it is, i give my honest opinon when needed and truthful advice should it be asked for.

My boundries are as stated.

-Be Honest.

-Be Respectful.

-Be Polite upon Greetings and Salutations.

-Ask before friending me.

-Don't call me a Timmy. that's just rude. I am an avid gamer.. That's just disrespect.

I am A writer, Not a good one but decent enough to be awknoweldged and ranked #16th in Horror-Fiction. #30 Horror-Romance and #91FantasyDrama.

What was it all for, if it meant nothing in the end?
I burned myself alive for your amusement,
waited endlessly for the letter that never arrived.

I poured out sweat for the sake of your tears,
bled so you could taste pleasure on the edge of my pain.

I held you tenderly, the way one cradles silence —
that heavy stillness you draped across your shoulders.

You were cold as marble,
yet warm in the way winter numbs you by a quiet fire.
And still, I stood on the outside looking in.
I became the uninvited madness,
the quiet heartbeat pulsing in crimson shadows.
Something in me must be cracked,
for when storms rise, I’m the one begging the chaos to break loose.

I search, almost reverently, for the ghosts of those who’ve gone.
If they linger anywhere, I need them now.
Their voices press against my thoughts: "Be strong."
They whisper, "Keep moving forward — I’ve got you, son."
Their words ripple through the silence like fragile waves.

Is it enough? I don’t know.
I ask myself where to go from here.
I am infected by you, starved for the substance you are,
hooked on this merciless push and pull,
your heat and frost, your endless contradictions.
And still — I believe.

Maybe one day.
If that day never comes, how do I keep walking?
Where do I begin, and where do I end,
if I was never allowed to be me?
The child I was was stripped away the moment he took his first breath,
born in blood, among feathers and straw.

Where is home? My fears won’t release me.
They coil tight around my ribs, always present.
I feel control slipping through my fingers,
and — God help me — part of me welcomes it.
How could that be?

I miss you so fiercely,
but I cannot bring myself to tell you,
because I know you don’t care.

Pillars? I’ll crush them if I must.
I’ll keep staggering forward through this endless cycle —
searching, longing, waiting,
giving everything, receiving only contempt
and hollow, worthless confessions in return.

This life is a relentless storm.
Go ahead — change my mind.

Now that you have a rough idea of who i am. Don't be afraid to shoot me an IM. Thanks for reading this and for understanding.