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He Laid with Death, his BrideAs my eyes met yours, I couldn't help but cry.
You're so close yet so far away.
I tried to reach out to you but I knew I could never touch you again.
Do you ever try to touch me?
I want to hold you in my arms.
I didn't want to have to leave like I did.
I don't like being with the dead.
I want to be with you.
The one I love...
The last night we were together, did you know that this would happen?
Did you know it would be our last night?
Is that why you held me tighter then normal?
Is that why you stayed beside me?
Is that why you kept telling me that you love me?
Oh how I miss those words....
I long for you to tell me that you love me.
Even if you think it.
I have a selfish wish..
I wish you'd be with me.
You'd be able to hold me in your arms once again.
As much as I want this, I don't want you here.
I want you to live.
Even if I can't.
You saw me last night.
You dreamed of me.
You kissed me.
You held me.
We were happy.
When you awoke, you cried.
I wanted to cry with you.
All I can do is
Every Time You Don't ThinkI could forget you if I want to
But I will rather suffer forever
Than kick you out of my head
I read those lines somewhere:
"Every day you think of me
I die a little"
It sounds so incomprehensible
Since I have to say I die
Every time you DON'T think of me
So I am dying most of the time, I guess
Maybe I am just too skepical
Maybe you like to think of me
Perhaps it makes you happy
But why are you still silent then?
I can hear you whispering
But I don't know what you're saying
It's like a beautiful melody which never ends
It's like an innocent invitation to Hell
Everybody I don't care about is around me
They like me, smile at me
I see them, hear them
It makes them real
Why the only person I care about so much
Isn't even close to be close to me?
Why must I live with all the uninteresting people
But without you?
Things We Said Today: Prolouge
"Please don't go". His words broke the silence that had been forged between us, those words stabbed like knifes at my heart. He held me by the wrist refusing to let go, "Please stay with me". His eyes were looking deep into my own. I couldn't look away, the pain was obvious in his eyes, those eyes of his that always gave away what he was feeling. My own eyes started to burn my tears blurring my vision, "Please don't make this any harder than it needs to be". My voice cracked making me weaker all the same, even though I had told myself I would be strong and not shed any tears. The sky above our heads with its menacing clouds didn't help much either, the rain would come soon I knew it "We both knew this day would come that, I couldn't stay that I would have to leave eventually".
"I refuse to let you go!" He brought me into a tight embrace my face against his chest, I could hear his heart hammering at his chest. "I love you I love you more than I could have e
Our Seven Deadly SinsPride:
Oh how proud I was to call you mine
To show you off to the world
The times I endlessly bragged about you
Oh how I never wanted to share you
I just wanted to lock you in my closet
And never let you go
Oh how I never cared about anything else when I was around you
I could have just lazed around all day in your arms
I didn't care about the world
Oh how I couldn't stop staring at your body
You were so perfect
I wished to be you
Oh how I compared my beauty to yours
I tried endlessly to make myself more stunning
Yet I always fail
Oh how I wanted more of you
I could never get enough
I need more, more, more of you
Oh how the memory of being flesh to flesh with you recalls itself
I craved you so badly it hurt
I'm still craving you now
Because of you,
I've lost my ticket to heaven
You're my little sin creating demon
But I'm willing to burn in hell for you
As long as you're by my side
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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