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Sins of the Princes of HellBetter than anyone
always the best
in my own mind.
I never listening to anyone
it's not worth it.
~Lucifer: Pride (Superbia)
I want money,
I would give everything
to get what I want
and friends (if I had any).
And if I get it I won't share.
~Mammon: Greed (Avaritia)
Not caring how others would react
only thinking of the temptation of the flesh.
The body of women and what had to be done,
done with no regret at all.
~Asmodeus: Lust (Luxuria)
Why don't I have that?
Why are you better at that?
I look at you with anger
clearly visible in my eyes
as you do what people say you do best.
Why can't I do that?
~Leviathan: Envy (Invidia)
I have one,
I want one more
even if I don't need it.
If you need one
I'll take two
and so it goes.
my desire is fulfilled,
but it can never be
~Beelzebub: Gluttony (Gula)
Filling up my body,
It burns me up
from the inside.
Like a fierce beast
which molests my insides
Among myself and othersDragging myself along the sidewalk,
through the crowd.
A crowd full of people,
people who only care for themselves.
My shoulders hang
my hands deep in my pockets.
My blond hair shielding my face,
and the emotions in it.
I'm not comfortable,
in big crowds.
Too many people,
almost all the same
in my eyes.
They act all the same towards me.
Among others I'm cold.
Alone I'm safe,
Controlling beyond lifeI'm sitting here,
as people walk by.
But it's not them,
who I seek.
I seek you through the crowd.
As I lean closer,
narrowing my eyes,
I see you,
walking down there.
I see you through the clouds,
You're always visible for my eyes.
Even in my eternal sleep.
I'm the puppeteer,
your life is the strings
and you are the puppet.
Write. Write. Freak.A person sits in a room
The room is dark
The only light source is the computer screen.
The only thing the person is moving is her hands
She keeps her hands on the keyboard
Her eyes are glued to the screen.
The writer is not lonely
She has friends in her stories
In her poems.
Although she's tired
She still writes
Because that's what she likes.
So don't disturb a person
Who's writing or looks like she/he just got an idea
It could end out with fatal causes.
SOESIH Ch. 1Lilith
"Get up now!" the voice sounded pleading, but strong. It was a male voice, definitely. It sounded so familiar, the voice. Like I had been listening to it, all my life. But I hadn't, had I?
I felt it like my eyes had been glued together. It was hard to open them, but at last I succeeded. Bright light was the first thing I saw, or I actually didn't see it. I just felt it, burning my eyes. My hands made their way up to my eyes, to protect them from the bright light.
When I placed my hands over my eyes, things started to get clearer. I could see two figures on the floor. One male standing above the other one, who I thought was a male too, but then I realized the deathly truth. A truth that would have made other have a heart attack. That, of course wasn't an opportunity for me. Because, I was already dead.
My father stood there, staring at my corpse. It hadn't really made its way to his brain, what his actions had caused. I was dead and he was alive.
I stood there looking down at my
The mysterious son of LuciferMy steps were easy to hear on the gravel road which led to the small place with a fence surrounding it. It had a beautiful view. The sea had an orange glow to it, because of the setting sun.
Someone stood in the middle of this spectacular sight; it actually looked like he stood in the center of the sun, a boy to be more precisely. He stood with his hands in his pockets, facing the sea.
Was this the guy? The guy, which I had almost died in the search for? I hoped so, because if it wasn't, then I would most likely give up. My feet felt heavy when I took the first step towards him. He didn't move so maybe he hadn't noticed that I was here yet. Another thing I hoped for, not because I wanted to surprise him or maybe I did.
I didn't know, but thing I knew for sure, was that now, when I had finally found him I wouldn't let him go that easily. Although people said that he's clever, sly, good with words, but also mysterious. This was one thing, which had gotten my attention. I wasn't sure why,
Thank you. Thank you....I'm lying on the ground
not by my own choice.
Tears fall from the corner of my eyes
they fall hard on the ground.
The moment they touch the ground
they turn to blood.
I'm feeling sick.
It feels like,
someone has pushed my stomach,
up between my lungs.
It feels like my ribs are falling apart.
My heart is running for it's life Or mine.
The blood falls from everywhere
it falls from my eyes,
from my mouth
and from my ears.
I see no evil
speak no evil
and hear no evil.
But I can still hear your voice in my mind.
You're telling me to die,
to kill myself if needed.
Stab a knife through my chest.
In between of my ribs,
so they finally fall apart.
So it's easier to get to my heart.
But you're mistaking.
It's you how'll die.
You couldn't make it,
Besides I'm already dead.
I was killed many years ago.
My heart has no life to run for.
But it still does.
Why? I ask.
Why? You ask.
Because there is still people out there.
People who wants me to make it.
Those people are you.
Me. Do you know me?What do you see,
when you look at me?
Do you see me?
Or do you see right through me?
See me insides?
See my blood running through my veins?
What do you think of me?
I don't know that myself.
I don't wish to know.
I don't want your opinion.
I only know what I think myself.
Did I wish to know you?
It was random.
Like almost everything else,
that happens in my life.
That or unfortunate.
Do you know me?
Your last quest on earthValerie McSmith was 16 when her sudden death occurred. She was murdered on a Monday night, in an ally. She should have been home by then, but someone made sure that she would never get there. Stabbed from behind she had fallen to the ground, bleeding. Her murderer had run from the scene, leaving her dead body behind.
Valerie eyes opened as she heard a sound nearby. Her heavy eyelids refused to open at first, but she managed to open them after a minute or two. With sleepy eyes she looked around in the darkness. There was not any other way describe what surrounded her. It felt almost like it was clinging to her body.
Dazed she got to her feet, then she heard it again, a noise. It was, more precisely, a faint mumble. Valerie started to tumble towards the sound. After a couple steps she could make out a figure in the dark. The figure came closer every second, if Valerie's heart wasn't already stopped beating she would have sworn that her heart froze. Who or what ever it was had stopp
Sitting alone after a test
Youngest in the class
Understands the most
In a book
Understands the least in life
I study pathetically
Just to see that letter
And some how
X to the fourth
Ends up in my mind
I'm so smart, I guess
That I forget how to count
One, two, three
Isn't there supposed to be
A square root in there?
I'm not kidding
That happens all the time.
Sometimes intelligence fails me
I expect so much
But then I fail the test
B or F
There's no difference
I've F=ma-ed myself
Hopefully you get it
Most of the time
Being so smart isn't fun.
Gravity SucksI'm glad I can't fly,
Because as much as I wish I could,
I'm afraid I'd never want to land.
Never AgainNever again will i trust so willingly
Never again will allow someone to break me again
To bind me with chains to them
To let vines with thick thorns grow around my heart
To love so much
To be crushed again like another bug on the wall
My heart was long ago broken
There are so many pieces
I cant put it back together
Somebody help me
Somebody help me pick up the pieces
But nobody will
All that helps is the razor on my skin
The blood that drips drips drips
The drops turning to flower pedals floating in the wind
Why are they fading away?
Death comes on skeleton wings spread high
reticentno one seems to realize
i don't talk enough.
i could talk mountains
rivers and lakes
canyons and forges
i could talk cliffs
and you back from one
i could talk the way
tape screeches when
it is pulled apart
i could talk red skies
and bleed history
taste music and
i could breathe silence
and hold sound,
cup my ear to the streets
and hear the sea.
Disconnected.I'm feeling so strange today.
The cold, wind slowly traced its icy fingertips down my spine, making me wish he was here with me...
What is this? I stare off blankly, watching myself cross my legs, my feet try to shake some warmth into them and my nails clench...I watch it all just like a stranger would.
Then I saw him off in the distance shining that big warm grin over at me even in this awful weather and suddenly the cold didn't seem so bad. "What's wrong?" He asked curiously as he finally reached me, grabbing me up in his two warm arms.
What's wrong? The thought ran through my mind slowly....nothing; nothing's wrong......or not now atleast.
I pressed my face farther into the crook of his neck, daring to press my frozen lips to his bare flesh and giggled softly as I felt his whole body tremble. "I've just been feeling so strange lately cause I've been missing something really important sweetie....but it's back now so it's okay." Even though I couldn't see his f
Box of MemoriesI sift through my box of memories
And wonder where time has gone.
Memories that have long since passed,
But are not forgotten
Did I make too many mistakes growing up?
Or not enough?
Time gives us life as it comes.
It doesn't allow anyone a peek into the future
You only have your past.
When I look back at the past
I see what I should have done
I see what I did do
And I see why I am who I am
These memories changed me.
I sit on the floor reminiscing on the past
And pondering the future
All while sifting through my box of memories.
no life...and though we thought we'd tire
of strumming on your bones
the song we sing's the same
the names we changed
'til we forget to write
and christen this concrete
in neon light
who thought you were alive?
the last few lines
are leaving you behind
Eruptive Farewellswhen i am invisible - i can finally admit i'm crazy because
i'm still woozy from mourning my sorrowful stories
that you wouldn't listen too no matter how loud I sigh or
how long I wouldn't talk for.
And I am unpleasant, even when you're circling me.
i'm dizzy from the disappointment you continue to throw into the fire.
you got guilt twisting around my frigid waist so I can't escape.
i'm dousing this pathetic thing you call love and plunging a stake through your heart
and maybe i'll forgive save you if you can finally tell that i'm not okay.
acida breath of tragedy
breezed through his humanity
mental scars bleeding with persistence
he dipped the blade
into the white powder of his existence
a fantasy unravelled before his eyes
bright lights and colours swirled around him
distorted faces taunted his demise
black flames erupted around his creation
and familiar words faded into view
"welcome to lucifer's nation"
A white blood dropA snowflake falls down on my arm
as it touches my bare skin.
A raindrop falls from the sky
a free fall
kilometers it falls
and survives the journey.
Lands on my forehead
slides down my forehead
to the corner of my eyes.
A fake tear.
A drop of milk falls from the glass
the boy overfilled
white drops falls over the edge of the glass.
From the cut on my wrist
a single blood drop falls
making a red trace behind it.
A white blood drop falls from my eye.
Hath No FearGiving yourself completely up to fear is kinda like falling in love: You can't pin point exactly when it started and by the time you realize that you are surrounded by that sensation it's already game over. Just like the image of the person you are in love with starts creeping out from every unexpected corner, fear never leaves your side when you give it a welcome stay. After a restless sleep, it starts beating anxiously in your heart the moment you wake up in the morning and commands all your thoughts and actions throughout the day. It is nothing short of a prison, except you are the only inmate and the warden never takes a break. Ever.
I do not exactly remember when I let fear occupy my being but I remember the exact moment when I realized I was ruled by it. It was late in the afternoon, everybody was out there 'getting busy living' and I had locked myself inside my bed half awake, not particularly finding any valid reason to get out of it. Then I was awakened from a nightmare by my
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