About and Joining
This club is made for those different souls out there who dislike everything going on about them and have that urge to write and/or draw about their feelings. It can be as happy or morbid as you want, anything is accepted. You do not need anything in your gallery that pertains to the dark or happy side, just if you are interested in joining. Want to Join? please send a note to the club titled "Join" or send a note to: The new club owner

The club wants to see the talents of it's members, that's why the club is now offering the members a chance to submit their deviations onto the club. If you seek the password you must send a note to the club so that it can be sent. Please make sure that your deviations have a least something that pertains to the atmosphere of the club. so no writing about ponies and bunnies, even though they are cute it really has nothing to do with the club. All inapporpriate (non-death) deviations will be deleted.

Club News

SURPRISE Nov.12, 2004
This is from the former club owner. I give permission for the mystery deviant to hereby take over the club. Do what you wish and keep the club going strong. I wish you all the best.

Contests
None. If you members want, comment on this entry asking me for a contest. If enough reply, I shall make one.

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President: ???

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Featured Writings

"Dark Thoughts"

For every light, there is shadow.
We are the ones that walk the delicate path between
Light and Dark
Life and Death.
We are those that strive to be different, that are different
One may ask us, “Why do you walk this path of pain,
Of Sorrow? Why are you this way?”
And we cannot answer them in words,
For it is something that we struggle with every passing day
Here, we try and describe our feelings,
Through words,
Through art,
Through any medium we choose.
Are you one of us? Can you understand us?

Here among the deserted trees we ride,
From neither death nor cold do we hide,
For we are the ones chosen by fate,
Consumed by a hunger nothing can sate.

We are the ones called “special” and “different”.
We are the loners and the Goths,
Anyone that can see the darker side,
And in our art, we confide.
We do not know why we are this way,
The origins of our emotions we cannot say.
It is one of the greater mysteries of life,
And with every breath we take, we roll the dice.

Ready to accept what may be around that corner,
Be it solitude, or death, or dark, or any of the former.
So we meet here now,
With kindred spirits we do vow,
To show the world our ways,
So that the entire earth may feel our sway.

Know us, but do not fear us.
We seek to do you no harm.
Only to tell the world how we feel.
Come with us, now, see what you will,
And let our plight be known
And witness the suffering that is our own.

"Dark Visual"

Dark hands reach out; groping about in the dark
They need to latch upon something; the first thing they feel is me
And tumbling down into the dark abyss
I find myself in a realm of darkness-of nothingness
And I cry out to somebody, anybody
But will they listen as my ear-pierching shriek
Shatters the mirror between reality and insanity?