She threw another log into the fire,
But she couldn't feel the heat.
She remembered what it was like back then,
Him curled up around her holding her tight.
She was never afraid then,
Never afraid to fall asleep,
Never afraid she'd get hurt,
Always knowing she was with someone she trusted and loved.
But something in her mind changed,
Like a switch was flipped.
She now realizes that none of it was him at all,
It was all her,
It was her who was afriad to get to close,
It was her who was afraid to love too much,
It was her who was scared that he would run at some point.
She knows now she was wrong,
Wrong about all of it.
She wish
Her spirit lies in waiting,
Waiting for salvation,
Waiting for love to guide her home.
She knows she will have to wait,
An eternity at best,
For him to find her.
Until that time comes,
She will wander the cemetery,
Watching over those that need it,
And guiding them to thier afterlife home.
She walks through emtpy halls,
Looking at empty frames.
Were there meant to be pictures placed,
Was there something meaningful she had yet to figure out.
She walks past open windows,
Feeling the cool night air.
Hearing whispers on the wind,
If only she could tell what they were saying.
She walks through rooms,
Filled with empty hope.
Were those shadows on the wall,
Is she seeing past or future sillohettes.
Shes not sure what to do anymore,
The tears wont stop now.
Are her fears taking control now,
Is she doomed to be alone forever.
She collapses on the floor,
Not caring anymore.
The tears keep coming,
As the darkness looms
She walks in the dead of night,
Her stride as graceful as a lion stalking it's prey.
Her boots don't make a sound,
And her jacket moves in the wind.
She hides in the shadows,
Waiting for the next victim to come around the corner.
Her eyes glow red in the dead of night,
Her smile as seductive as a wild red rose.
She can walk into a club,
Making every head turn in her direction.
She could make you feel bliss,
While shes inflicting the pain.
The thought of eternity excites her,
Knowing that she can live forever and never age a day.
Her nails are as sharp as a tigers claws,
But she can also be as gentle as a kitten.
As morning com
Numb, how come when things seem to change all I can feel is numb,
No feeling, no sense of my surroundings like the whole world has disappeared.
My life is a pile of crumbling memories, emotions, and thoughts,
No clue how I've made it this far.
Sometimes I just want it to all end,
I just want to jump off that bridge and let the water take me away.
How many times I can count that I would've pulled the trigger,
many times I can count that I've wanted to grab a rope.
Why I never did well that I cant tell you,
I guess to say I love my family and friends too much.
Yet sometimes I don't think even that could stop me,
The spiral goes downw
Reaching up for help,
But no one seems to be there.
Holding onto an edge,
She knows she shouldn't let go.
Her fingers are slipping,
But she has to hold on.
She knows hope isn't too far,
Just hoping for forgiveness and maybe another chance.
The wind is blowing her hair back,
As she tightens her grip.
The rocks are tearing her skin,
The blood is dripping on her face.
She knows she can't let go,
So she struggles to hold on.
Not letting the wind win,
Knowing that she can hold on until hope comes.
She sits on the dock,
Thinking of happier days.
Wondering if it's worth it anymore,
If she should even continue trying.
Her paintings hang on the wall in her room,
And her drawings are scattered on the floor of the living room.
You can hear music playing in the middle of the night,
And a light on where shes drawing again.
It's the only thing that seems to clear her head,
That and a good cup of coffee.
She's gotten so skinny,
You can tell she doesn't eat much.
She's letting herself diminish,
Into nothing but sand.
That's what she wanted in the end wasn't it,
To be scattered with the winds.
Maybe shes happier now,
Being along o
Behind Closed Doors by grlintheshadows, literature
Literature
Behind Closed Doors
Behind closed doors,
She breaks down and the tears rain.
Behind closed doors,
Her mascara runs and leaves black stains.
Behind the curtain,
She screams like no other.
Behind the curtain,
She let's go of the fake smile and glamour.
Behind the mask,
She cries out for help.
Behind the mask,
She wants to hurt herself.
But,
She continues hiding,
Hiding behind the doors,
The curtains,
And the mask.
Never,
Never letting anyone know shes weak,
Never letting anyone see her pain,
Never letting anyone see the emotional scars and strain.
Just,
Just acting like everythings ok.
Beginning of the End Pt. 1 by grlintheshadows, literature
Literature
Beginning of the End Pt. 1
I look out the window at what the world has come too. I live in a world you may not entirely understand. I live in a world full of destruction, over half of the worlds population is dead and the rest of us are just trying to survive.
Unlike what people predicted, when the sun exploded in 2034 it didnt destroy the world, instead it just enshrouded us into darkness, bringing out creatures of the night that were said to never exist.
Dragons soar through the sky, werewolves prowl the forests and deserted cities. Night Mares gallop through feilds going into small villages and haunting young childrens dreams.
We can't escape what has happ
The reins in her hands,
The wind in her hair.
All she cares about is getting away,
Not caring anymore about what they think.
Her horse is her only friend,
Always someone to talk to.
A shoulder to cry on,
And unconditional love.
Enjoying the fresh air,
As the birds sing.
This is her whole world,
One vast riding ready plain.
Riding is her secret passion,
Something not everyone knows about.
She knows she can always ride on,
Letting all the emotions flood down and go away.
She threw another log into the fire,
But she couldn't feel the heat.
She remembered what it was like back then,
Him curled up around her holding her tight.
She was never afraid then,
Never afraid to fall asleep,
Never afraid she'd get hurt,
Always knowing she was with someone she trusted and loved.
But something in her mind changed,
Like a switch was flipped.
She now realizes that none of it was him at all,
It was all her,
It was her who was afriad to get to close,
It was her who was afraid to love too much,
It was her who was scared that he would run at some point.
She knows now she was wrong,
Wrong about all of it.
She wish
Her spirit lies in waiting,
Waiting for salvation,
Waiting for love to guide her home.
She knows she will have to wait,
An eternity at best,
For him to find her.
Until that time comes,
She will wander the cemetery,
Watching over those that need it,
And guiding them to thier afterlife home.
She walks through emtpy halls,
Looking at empty frames.
Were there meant to be pictures placed,
Was there something meaningful she had yet to figure out.
She walks past open windows,
Feeling the cool night air.
Hearing whispers on the wind,
If only she could tell what they were saying.
She walks through rooms,
Filled with empty hope.
Were those shadows on the wall,
Is she seeing past or future sillohettes.
Shes not sure what to do anymore,
The tears wont stop now.
Are her fears taking control now,
Is she doomed to be alone forever.
She collapses on the floor,
Not caring anymore.
The tears keep coming,
As the darkness looms
Dark Assassin Part 1 by grlintheshadows, literature
Literature
Dark Assassin Part 1
Dark Assassin Part 1
I kneeled on the concrete sidewalk of the Hawkenberry Park in my hometown. I had a scythe in one hand and a curved, spiked long dagger in the other. I held my breath as I listened for any movement.
Fresh red blood covered my hair, face, arms, and weapons. Two men lye dead at my feet. The one on my left I had decapitated with one clean, quick move. The one on my right, well him I had to get some answers from, and it wasnt easy or very pretty.
Where are they? I yelled as I cut off his right hand
Ill never tell you, most likely their dead anyway! He
stated after he screa
Dark Assassin Pt. 2 by grlintheshadows, literature
Literature
Dark Assassin Pt. 2
Dark Assassin Part 2
Stephanie, please, I love you. Said the familiar voice.
AHHHHHHHHHHHH. I woke up screaming.
Was it just a dream? But it sounded so real. I thought to myself.
I laid there for awhile thinking about how I was single again. After the attempt that Cody had made I couldnt handle being with anyone anymore or at least for awhile. After about a couple months I had met Keith and we had hit it off and had started dating. I missed him, I hadnt seen or heard from him for awhile but I knew that he had to work and help his dad rebuild the farm. The demons had gotten as far as Fargo by the tim
My eyes open and all I can see is darkness, except for a faint glow to my right side. I sit up not knowing where I am. I look down and notice Im still wearing my black gypsy skirt, and white tank top that I had worn to the party the night before. I suddenly realized.
"Oh great, he found me, but how, I had always spoken code to my friends and I know I cant drink so I didnt and I didnt take anything weird, at least I dont think I did." I said to myself
I didnt get it, I had always been careful about what I said over the phone to my friends and family and I always star 6-7'd so he didnt see the no. in
To Thine Own Self Be True by grlintheshadows, literature
Literature
To Thine Own Self Be True
Coming undone, like the eyes of the sun,
My desperation for bliss, to feel deaths final kiss.
I have come to no end, that I could mend,
For thee I plea, for thine own to be free.
Come to me, with the eyes you see,
I'll take you away, from the light of day.
To my home under the moon, where I no longer swoon,
To a final death, with your last breath.
Leave thee to plea, for thine own to be,
I'll leave with the light, and come back with no fright.
Continuing my journey, to no longer worry,
Come to thee, and se my guilt free.
The kingdom of power, stands at a lonely hour,
Before I wake, to determine my fate.
Leave me to die, and do n
My studio apartment, my haven, my sanctuary. I threw my messenger bag onto the floor beside my bed and went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Steam started to roll out as I took off my black cargo pants, black t-shirt, and black buckle boots. If you couldnt tell my favorite color is black.
I donned on my robe, walked into the bathroom, and shut the door. I peeled off my robe, letting it fall to the floor. I then proceeded to get under the hot, steaming water. I let it fall all over my body, relaxing my tight muscles, washing the dirt and grease out of my hair and skin. I continued by washing my hair and everywhe
Living in Wisconsin, and quite soon will be moving in with my boyfriend. At the moment I live in my own apartment with my dog, I enjoy sketching, painting, photography, video games(xbox), hanging with friends, etc.
Current Residence: My Apartment deviantWEAR sizing preference: Medium Favourite genre of music: Rock Favourite style of art: Sketches Operating System: Windows 7 MP3 player of choice: iPod Wallpaper of choice: Posters and my own works of art Favourite cartoon character: Mandy from Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy
Favourite Visual Artist
Amy Brown
Favourite Movies
Sucker Punch, Resident Evil movies, Alice in Wonderland, The 10th Kingdom, etc.
Favourite TV Shows
Big Bang Theory, Saving Grace, Charmed, Supernatural, etc.
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Bullet For My Valentine, Middle Class Rut, Ellie Goulding, etc.
Favourite Books
A Song of Ice and Fire series by George R.R. Martin
Favourite Writers
Edgar Allen Poe, Laurell K. Hamilton
Favourite Games
Final Fantasy games, Castlevania LoS, Silent Hill games, etc.
Yup thats where i'm at, like alice i have fallen down the rabbit hole.....only my rabbit hole isn't as neat and wonderful as hers was. No, mine is full of migraines, nausea, fatigue, bad moods, and no appetite. I'm no longer hungry anymore, I drink my tea and force myself to eat.
Dialysis hasn't started yet, but I know its getting close, the number keeps dropping and its only a matter of time before they decide to put me on a schedule to begin it.
sleep takes over most of my day and insomnia takes over most of my night. Sometimes i feel like a vampire because of it, except i don't stalk people outside of bars and drink their blood. Instead
Extensive testing, that's what they want to do. The fatigue is worse, I'm having to force myself to eat. I'm scared as hell.
Everything is getting worse and I don't know what to do. All I want to do is sleep all day and night and it so hard to fight it. I'm so tired of fighting my own body. Just to be able to do the things I love I have to fight my body and fight through the fatigue and nausea which is so hard. Nobody understands, sometimes I swear my bf is more pissed at the situation then realizing that I need him to be there for me. He turns to his hobbies and then I'm left to deal with it on my own.
I'm screaming so hard on the inside I
Well many things have changed. My bf and I have stayed put where we are living. My neice was born in may and she's beautiful. I'm going back to school soon, getting training in being a Therapuetic riding instructor, and have made some new friends.
It seems these days my only way to clear my head is to go out to my friends stables and ride for awhile around the arena, she's helped me soooo much in sooo many ways, she is by far a wonderfully, dear friend that I have come to cherish sooo much i have no idea what i would do without her and her horses.
The fear of having to undergo more major surgery scares me to death, I don't want to have to t
--- We felt the heat circling thru our pallor bodies Shiver together, shiver in silence Of the rain cloud’s guidance Thy lips moved and said: “I love you, though your heart is for somebody I kiss you even my lips are sealed and thrown for glory I give you my heart, even though I have no heart to live with I sold my soul to an angel, on my front she sits My love is greater that the angels above and as equal as God’s This, my love is for you…” Thou didn’t speak for about a minute Her heat was driven Her cheeks became pink again