Writing, my girlfriend, reading, horror and Gothic fiction, horror movies, intelligent conversation, and my girlfriend.
Did I mention my girlfriend?
Good.
Music
I like a lot of different music. Anything dark, generally, but not always. Here are a few of my favorite bands, not in any real order, other than that I listen to Cradle of Filth the most.
Cradle of Filth
Midnight Syndicate
Rob Zombie
White Zombie
Collide
Marilyn Manson
Tool
Staind
Korn
Alice in Chains
The following is a list of bands I listen to only on occasion, but I still listen to them enough to mention them;
Mudvayne
Nirvana
Slipknot
Stone Sour
Shinedown
Godsmack
Creed
Nox Arcana
Disturbed
Drowning Pool
Saliva
Seether
Sevendust
System of a Down
Three Days Grace
3 Doors Down
Acid Bath
Audioslave
Breaking Benjamin
Finger 11
Killswitch Engage
Flyleaf
Lacuna Coil
Movies
I like a lot of movies, mostly horror and fantasy. I particularly enjoy films involving Rob Zombie or Tim Burton.
Here's a list of my favorites:
Sweeny Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street
The Punisher
The Crow
The Boondock Saints
House of 1000 Corpses
The Devil's Rejects
Edward Scissorhands
The Ninth Gate
The Nightmare Before Christmas
Secret Window
Carrie
The Shining
The Exorcist
The (Original) Omen
Halloween (The Entire Series)
Friday the 13th (The Entire Series)
Nightmare on Elm Street (The Entire Series)
From Dusk 'Til Dawn
Interview With The Vampire
Queen of the Damned
John Carpenter's Vampires
Dracula 2000
2001 Maniacs (Both Versions)
House on Haunted Hill (Both Versions)
Thirteen Ghosts (Both Versions)
The Hills Have Eyes (Both Versions)
Saw (The Entire Series)
Bram Stoker's Dracula
Hannibal
Red Dragon
Silence of the Lambs
Hannibal Rising
Books
I enjoy reading much more than is healthy, my favorite author is Edgar Allan Poe by far, but here is a small list of my favorite works of literature.
My favorite books/stories/poems:
'The Raven' by Edgar Allan Poe
'The Masque of the Red Death' by Edgar Allan Poe
'The Bells' by Edgar Allan Poe
'Thou Art the Man' by Edgar Allan Poe
'A Clockwork Orange' by Anthony Burgess
'Dracula' by Bram Stoker
'Frankenstein' by Mary Shelly
'Paradise Lost' by John Milton
'Herbert West--Reanimator' by H.P. Lovecraft
'The Outsider' by H.P. Lovecraft
'The Music of Erich Zann' by H.P. Lovecraft
Heroes
Edgar Allan Poe (If he needs an introduction, I don't like you.)
Dani Filth (The lead singer of Cradle of Filth.)
H.P. Lovecraft (Writer of weird and gothic horror fiction.)
Layne Staley [RIP] (The former lead singer of Alice in Chains)
James O'Barr (Writer of 'The Crow' comic book series.)
Tim Burton(Director of movies such as Edward Scissorhands, The Nightmare Before Christmas, and Sweeny Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street.)
Joseph Vargo (A Gothic fantasy artist, poet, and writer.)
My Writing Influences
In Poetry and Lyric:
Edgar Allan Poe
Dani Filth
Layne Staley
William Blake
Percy Shelly
Lord Byron
T.S. Elliot
Aaron Lewis
Jonathon Davis
John Donne
In Prose
Edgar Allan Poe
H.P. Lovecraft
Steven King
Ray Bradbury
Anthony Burgress
Mary Shelly
Bram Stoker
Evanescent like the scent of decay
I was fading from the race
When in despair, my darkest days
Ran amok and forged her face
From the fairest of handmaidens to
A slick perverted wraith
Nymphetamine
Heaving midst narcissus
On a maledict blanket of stars
She was all three wishes
Sex, sex, sex
A lover hung on her death row
I was hooked on her disease
Highly strung like Cupid’s bow
Whose arrows hungered meat
And the blinding flare of passion
In the shade of narrow streets
Where their poison never rationed
All the tips they left in me
Two tracks
Bric-a-brac
Something passed between us
Like a bad crack
I believed
I’d met another kind
Of rat
In fact
With every Rome inside me
Licked and ransacked
She haunted at the corners of my mind
In black
Cataracts
Wouldn’t whitewash away
Her filthy smoke stack
She burnt me like a furnace
For my future suicide
Lead to the river
Midsummer, I waved
A ‘V’’ of black swans
On with hope to the grave
through Red September
with skies fire-paved
I begged you appear
Like a thorn for the holy ones
Cold was my soul
Untold was the pain
I faced when you left me
A rose in the rain...
So I swore to the razor
That never, enchained
Would your dark nails of faith
Be pushed through my veins again
Bared on your tomb
I am a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above onto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your lowliness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key
Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart, that barless prison
Discolours all with tunnel vision
Sunsetter
Nymphetamine
Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, this vampyric addiction
To her alone in full submission
None better
Nymphetamine
Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
Nymphetamine girl
Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
My nymphetamine girl
Wracked with your charm
I am circled like prey
Back in the forest
Where whispers persuade
More sugar trails
More white lady laid
Than pillars of salt...
fade to my arms
Hold their mesmeric sway
And dance to the moon
As we did in those golden days
Christening stars
I remember the way
We were needle and spoon
Mislaid in the burning hay
Bared on your tomb
I’m a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above onto me?
For once upon a time
From the bind of your holiness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key
Six feet deep is their incision
In my heart, that barless prison
Discolours all with tunnel vision
Sunsetter
Nymphetamine
Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, this vampyric addiction
To her alone in full submission
None better
Nymphetamine
Sunsetter
Nymphetamine
None better
Nymphetamine
Evanescent like the scent of decay
I was fading from the race
When in despair, my darkest days
Ran amok and forged her face
From the fairest of handmaidens to
A slick perverted wraith
Nymphetamine
Heaving midst narcissus
On a maledict blanket of stars
She was all three wishes
Sex, sex, sex
A lover hung on her death row
I was hooked on her disease
Highly strung like Cupid’s bow
Whose arrows hungered meat
And the blinding flare of passion
In the shade of narrow streets
Where their poison never rationed
All the tips they left in me
Two tracks
Bric-a-brac
Something passed between us
Like a bad crack
I believed
I’d met another kind
Of rat
In fact
With every Rome inside me
Licked and ransacked
She haunted at the corners of my mind
In black
Cataracts
Wouldn’t whitewash away
Her filthy smoke stack
She burnt me like a furnace
For my future suicide
I have been called many things in my life, though it seems most people have settled on Robert or Rob, so I suppose you can do the same. I enjoy both writing and reading dark/Gothic/horror fiction, it is my life.
If one happens to be interested in my writings, there is a banner below this scrollbox that leads to my website, Rob Macabre's Gallery of the Grotesque. Most of my writings can be found there.
Back to the point, it is safe to say that I am obsessed with and fascinated by some odd things, that being said, it should be known that I am transfixed with graveyards, rain, hospitals, insane asylums, vampires and anything written by Edgar Allen Poe, whom I am proud to say I share a birthday with. If you want to know anything about me at all, feel free to ask, though you may have to deal with my rambling for long lengths of time.
I read and write extensively on the occult, most outlets of it, from vampires to ghosts to magick. All of it, it fascinates me, which leads to the next point here;
Religiously, I practice nothing ritualistically. I use all aspects of the occult, and can really claim no actual religion.
If you have any further questions about my personality, I recommend either reading the poetry on my blog, you can learn a lot about me that way, or simply asking me directly.
There's a decent chance that you'll get random comments from me once you're on my friends list, because I get bored a lot.
Don't say you weren't warned.
I also have an account at vampirefreaks.com, found via the link below.
If the above link doesn't work, the website address is http://robmacabre.9f.com
You totally fit the profile of a tortured genius. You're uniquely brilliant - and completely misunderstood.
Not like you really want anyone to understand you anyway. You're pretty happy being an island.
You scored as Shadow Spirit, You are a very strange being. Like nothing anyone has ever seen. You are a Shadow Spirit. You weren't born this way. This happened because you were betrayed so many times in life you just gave up. Don't forget; there are people out there who are just like you...you just have to find them first.
You scored as XI: Justice, The blindfold arbiter weighs the evidence and passes judgement without fear or favour. There can be no appeal.Justice is not necessarily the same as Law. True justice seeks out the spirit of the law, not just its letter. If a law is bad then true Justice will set that law aside. This is the sacred responsibility of those given the power to judge. If well aspected in a Tarot reading, this card can indicate settlement of disputes, the achievement of a just outcome. If badly aspected this card can indicate corruption and failure of justice.
You scored as Vampyric, The Vampyric style is a great one, you are a creature of the night, you prefer to be inside when it's light outside and enjoy drinking blood from yourself and friends.
