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XayllerA shout, a corpse,
At the midnight,
Xayller is spilling again blood,
Delighted by the fear,
The cries, the screams,
Is what he loves to hear.
A beast at the night,
Knocking on the door,
He'll tell you everything will be alright,
But then your whole world will fall,
Xayller is trying to get your core,
Because he's empty on the inside,
Xayller got no soul.
The flesh is torn apart, the ribs are smashed,
But this night Xayller is not the same,
He screams for help,
Knowing he's the one to blame.
She told him, "You own my heart",
At the night, in the backyard,
Staring at the moonlight,
Xayller layed her on the ground,
She didn't know what's coming,
She didn't know her chest will be opening.
His bloodshot eyes,
She saw in then a wild highlight,
His claws touching her ribs,
Xayller thought that her heart can be his,
She starts to scream, to beg him not,
But Xayller is looking for a heart,
So he won't stop.
With the claws he's digging in the flesh,
Her ribs he'll smash,
While the blood is runni
Do You Remember?I burst into laughter,
You're begging me to let you go,
Do you really think this is a joke?
Now is time for you to bow.
Do you remember when you used to call me "freak"?
What made you believe that I'm so weak?
There's nothing bad in being different,
Now, I hope you know how pleased you should be,
To know the real me,
A mad psycho, that's what I am,
And with a bloody murder, that's how I'll end this game.
Do you remember how you used to break me down?
Everyday bit by bit, why you wanted to destroy my soul?
But I didn't let you see my tears,
I turned my back, pretending is not real,
I couldn't let you know my fears.
Now, I hope you won't mind,
If I tear you open wide,
Chop your heart,
Do you remember you did the same?
For your savage death you are the one to blame.
Why don't you laugh in my face once more?!
Do you believe now that the wheel can turn?
Well, your whole life is about to bend,
Take a look at my hand,
Is that your miserable life that I'm holding?
With your own blood,
A Bottle Of AlcoholOnce again, laying on the floor,
I can barely move,
But I'm still holding on,
I keep it tight in my hand-
A bottle of alcohol
My sight is blurred,
A strange beat I hear in my head,
I think I'm feeling great,
Because in fact I can't feel nothing at all,
I've let myself fall,
Drown my thoughts in a bottle of alcohol
I thought it will help me,
Maybe it will set me free,
Erase my mind, get a new start,
Delete the memory of you from my heart,
Help me move on-
A bottle of alcohol
I pull out the phone,
I'll make a try one more,
But all I hear is the robotic, impersonal voice,
" .please try again later", she said, just as before.
All is in vain, the "later" turned to never.
So I'll take another shot,
It can't harm me anymore now,
You already burned me on the inside,
Maybe soon I'll die,
My indifference about that is something I can't hide,
You already killed my soul,
But maybe will take its place-
A bottle of alcohol.
Long ago I gave up the fight,
Because I've lost you,
The Hope That Kept Me AliveI thought you were here,
I thought you would stay by my side,
But It wasn't real,
Now I know I can't hide,
It was just an illusion I've created,
My own happy world, far away from the dark.
When the truth was right in front of me,
I lied to myself telling "this can't be".
I closed my eyes and wished for better,
I wiped my tears realizing this will come true somewhere near to never
But at the end of the dark tunnel, I've seen a light,
It was a drop of hope,
The hope that kept me alive.
Hanging by the thread of hope,
I've figured out that you're so gone.
Were you even there?
All this time I've been alone,
Holding on by a shadow,
Feeding with memories,
In a world of hollow.
I am just a fool, I keep the memory of you alive,
Hiding from the crowd, they'll never understand,
But in the end I think I'll survive,
Or is this another illusion?
The hope that kept me alive
Glass WallI look at you, you look at me,
I miss the way we used to be,
I call out your name, but you can't hear,
Even if you're standing there, you're far away from here.
I sit and stare,
I know is not my world anymore,
A glass wall separated our lives,
Built by broken promises and lies,
An impenetrable wall without a door.
How could we let this happened?
When we got this to an end?
But now my world is shattering,
With tears in my eyes,
I'm leaning on the wall,
Waiting for this world to fall.
The sky is coming down on me,
Sherds of sun are ripping off my skin,
From the pain soon I'll be set free.
You stare at me,
But your sight is empty,
I touch the glass wall, waiting to flee,
Or maybe just to drown in my own blood,
Destroyed by my expectations,
In the end that's all I've got.
I close my eyes,whispering "goodbye",
I don't hate you, I never really did,
I smile, even if now for me is time to die.
This NightUp on the sky,the moonlight is so bright,
But as I look at your face, I can't understand what happened this night.
Your body is cold,but so my heart,
Your flesh is torn apart, but so was my soul,
When you left me all alone.
Painfull screamings, tears and blood,
Are hauting me tonight,
But it doesn't matter, I don't care,
I can live with all this blame.
Your whacked body lying down there
But trust me, this time,
You ain't going anywhere.
I yelled at you come back to me!
But I couldn't let this be
I grabbed your hands and begged you-don't!
You pushed me away, tried to leave again,
With my face soaked in tears I sworn-this ain't gonna be this way
Blind rage, frustration, broken soul,
This night they took again control,
They blurred my eyes and mind,
Through the shadows of the night,
I've let the anger be my guide
So I've pulled out the knife,
I stabbed you in the back,
This night I ended your life.
Were you really there?Everything is long gone,
As you're passing by ,
I'm still walking on this road, all alone,
I'm still trying to move on.
An intruder in my mind,the ghost of the old times,
Is reminding me about how you used to say,
That you really care.
All this time were you really there?
In other words, come backShut me up
like when you
used to kiss me,
soft and gentle
(I'm tired of throwing
up fire and burning your soul)
that when I wake up tomorrow
I'll see the bright sun
coming in through my window,
and that you will see it with me.
(I'm tired of the curtains being closed
and feeling the cold empty space next to me)
In other words,
for you to understand
what this twisted mind of mine...
is trying to say
I Think I'm Ready For The EndThe sky is bright, but it's turning into red,
The sun is coming closer,
It seems like the whole world is about to bend.
The earth is shaking, is about of breaking,
Smiling, I look up ahead,
Maybe tomorrow is something we'll not get,
But as long I've got you, I think I'm ready for the end.
They're screaming, running,
Trying to get out alive.
I don't care,
I can see we're about of dying,
This may be the ending,
But I'm sure will come a new start.
There's no use in crying,
So I'll take your hand,
And as long I've got you, I think I'm ready for the end.
The earth is opening, releasing the creatures of the deep,
Flying above us, trying to devour us alive,
But I don't worry, I keep saying "this will be just another trip",
On our shoulders they'll land,
To tore out our eyes,
To cleave our head,
But as long I've got you, I think I'm ready for the end.
The flames of hell seems to come out,
Wanting to quench its blood hunger,
They are desperately running,
From death they think are hiding,
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
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