It's a clear sky; 3 a.m.
Going 60 down a back road with no end.
Singing the words to a song that I don't know.
All the rest of the world seems so slow.
Just lean over and kiss me,
'Cuz this is the last time.
Tell me how much you'll miss me,
'Cuz this is the last time.
Tell me all of your fears, and look into my eyes.
'Cuz this is the last night.
The last good-bye.
No more chances to make more mistakes.
No more time to make my heart break.
No more dreams to leave behind.
No more chances to make me cry.
Just lean over and kiss me,
'Cuz this is the last time.
Tell me how much you'll miss me,
'Cuz this is the last time.
Tell me
What happens after this? by ankhofbloodlust, literature
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What happens after this?
We took our guns, and we took their lives.
We stood and laughed as we watched them die.
We saw the world through jaded, blood-shot eyes.
We held each other as we cried…
And we forgot our humanity.
What's left to do when everything's been done?
What's left to say when facing the barrel of a gun?
What's left to kill; what's left to maim?
What's left to do when you finish the game?
What happens after this?
We painted the town blood red, many times.
Committed deadly sins, and all those crimes.
We drank, we smoked, we raped and killed;
And, still, the void in our hearts not filled…
How can we be whole again?
What's left to do when e
What have I become? by ankhofbloodlust, literature
Literature
What have I become?
I sat down today,
And cried it all away.
The tears fell down like rain.
All the lies and shame;
All the fear and pain;
Washed away for one more day.
Clean page; turn to a blank sheet in my life.
No pain to write; pure white.
But, when all is said and done;
And, all the ink and tears have run;
What have I become?
Who am I now?
My fates been lost somehow.
I've changed so much; so blind.
I've lived a thousand endless lies.
And, all I can ask now, is…
What have I become?
Clean page; turn to a blank sheet in my life.
No pain to write; pure white.
But, when all is said and done;
And, all the ink and tears have run;
What have I
Ugly on the Inside Only by ankhofbloodlust, literature
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Ugly on the Inside Only
Take these chains and bind me tight;
Leave me alone in the cold, dark night.
Waste me away, take me away;
Fade away to a brighter day.
Grab another nail and pound it in.
Straight into my heart, again and again.
Waste me, taste me, deface me.
Make me as ugly as you are.
Stone cold; alone.
Broken to pieces, I wish Id known.
So blinded by attention, blinded by your eyes.
Blinded by forgiveness, blinded by lies.
Grab another nail and pound it in.
Straight into my heart, again and again.
Waste me, taste me, deface me.
Make me as ugly as you are.
And, seeing you with her, now I know;
Just how you pushed me so low.
And she
This never used to be my happy ending;
being able just to breathe.
You thought that love was never-ending;
You hadn't, you hadn't met me.
(And)
Now his heart is empty,
and his eyes hold no more light.
You thought that he could tempt me.
Turns out, you weren't right.
She stares out fo her bedroom window,
wishing for release.
Then, like a bird, she tries to fly;
away to find some peace.
(And)
Now the sky is empty,
the shadows hold no light.
You thought that she could end me.
Turns out, you weren't right.
The boy looks into an antique mirror;
and smashes his reflection out.
He hears his little sister screaming;
hears his
Enigmatic narcissistic captor of my days,
I need your thorough conscience to clear away this haze.
Answer my dark question; fill this void inside…
Will the World's hatred eat my Immortal Pride?
Through the Sands of Time, I've scattered pieces of my soul.
So, I may shed this sickness, and gain my self-control.
Ages of defending this prevarication I've refined.
I forsook humanity to save my shattered mind.
Captured by the potent essence of Man's Illustrious Greed.
Constrained to live in silence until this pain recedes.
Abandoned by the Maker, for crimes I'll never recognize.
Too strayed from saint-like passion is what I'll surmise.
My world of Black Hearts by ankhofbloodlust, literature
Literature
My world of Black Hearts
Set fire to Greece,
To Athens, to Venice, to Scissile.
Burn London to the ground, consume Russia in fire;
And let Paris die from smoke inhalation;
Theyre not worth our embers.
I want to take a knife,
And cut out that heart,
That holds no love for me.
So, You can see,
Just how black it fucking is;
With the last moment of Your life.
Burn down everything;
It doesnt matter anymore.
Nothing matters because,
You dont love me anymore.
Burn the Mona Lisa, dear Munch.
Make fires from Matisses master piece.
Destroy the Eiffel Tower, the Arch de Triumph;
And all the cathedrals Ill never see.
Burn
I'm drowning in my thoughts;
Familiar;
Oh, I rue the day,
I wasted all those lives;
I wasted all away.
The river, the river runneth,
Through my mortal life.
The river, the river runneth,
Through this fated lie.
And now I'm burning,
In this flesh.
The thoughts flee at this door.
I'm burning in this life,
Familiar,
And bleeding evermore.
The river, the river runneth,
Through my mortal life.
The river, the river runneth,
Through this fated lie.
As though the setting sun could save me,
I stared into your eyes.
As though I'd end these thoughts,
Familiar,
I painted all these lies!
The river, the river runneth,
Through my mo
No, Not ME Never Me by ankhofbloodlust, literature
Literature
No, Not ME Never Me
Real Title: Oh No, Not Me! Never Me!
Starlight, Starbright;
The clouds are killing all your light.
I can't wish on what I can't see;
And you won't show yourselves to me.
So, I'll wish upon the moon tonight,
And pretend it's going to be alright.
Look down on me;
So, you can see;
Your new child, with tears in her eyes.
Forsake the light;
All I need is night;
Because, the light left me in the dark to die.
The sun is just a lie,
To help you sleep at night;
False hope for false prophecies.
And Hope is just a lie,
To help you when you cry;
So, don't look for any in me.
Look down on me;
So, you can see;
Your new child, with tear
The Unsung Victims of Time by ankhofbloodlust, literature
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The Unsung Victims of Time
The crow lay weeping on the ground;
And lost all sense; no sight, no sound.
No reason lay behind those lies.
And he lost his soul, through Amber Eyes.
For, never told through times unknown;
They lay in shadows all alone.
The Children of the Lost do weep;
For, their own minds theyll never keep.
In blood and honor he sharpens his sword;
Hell slay the innocent with on accord.
For those he lost and those he fled;
For the times he cried when he bleed.
For, never told through times unknown;
They lay in shadows all alone.
The Children of the Lost do weep;
For, their own minds theyll never keep.
She sits upon a hollo
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Tools of the Trade
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Disappointing. I'm so fucking...bored, and empty, and just...beh. Lydia is the only thing making me hold on. But yeah, I've been posting this emo bullshit in my LJ, why spam it here?
Anyway, writing a song, but I'm stuck.
His voice purrs softly in my ear,
As his arms pull me closer;
“Don’t fear my Dear.”
His touch is warm; breath so full of heat,
As we dance ever closer
To the quickening beat.
Hold me close; fill me with your heat,
As the rhythm flows; so light on your feet.
More comfort in your arms than I’ve ever known.
So safe and sane; I feel at home.
Sway with me baby; take away my breath.
As I lose mysel
ok, so i watched Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind...again. i love that movie. it reminds me of andrew ^_^ and i got an idea...thought/memory journal. my memory is GONE... but lately i've been getting little glimpses ^_^ so...i'm going to start a journal of my thoughts...and i'm goig to write down EVERYTHING i remember...expecially andrew. so, even if i forget again, i'll have the journal to remember. pretty cool, eh? sorry about all the typos, but i'm too lazy to go back and fix it. i'm too lazy to fix anything right now :P
so...i ran awa yfrom home for 4 days...to see my fiance. kind fo stupid, but oh well. my dad called the cops...said "he wanted me home" so...he let me stay in juvie for a day....to "teach me a leeson" (quote,unquote with sarcastic finger jestures) yeah..i missed a day of school, which is what i was tryign to avoid, and i didn't get all my stuff...and my dad wasted money on gas. so basically, he's an idiot. i was comign back THAT exact day! what the fuck? oh well, hes a dick, i got to see Andrew, and this episode PROVES how much of a dick/idiot he is ( that is read dick SLASH idiot, for you less then bright people) what a
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