into the abyss at a dignified pace
I once thought that I could be powerful
That I could change the world with my brain
My brawn, my bestiality
But mostly my beauty, above all.
I once thought that if I could charm,
I could crush the damneds' souls,
And take them for myself
To help the world.
And for a while, I helped
The world, by getting rid of the people
Who had destroyed the world
In the first place.
I wormed myself into their hearts
Then left them shattered,
Physically, mentally, emotionally
And in all truth, I was too.
Then it started, the darkness that I was blind to
Started creeping into my vision
Slowly, bit by bit,
Crime increased.
The ones in jail wailed for the
"Purgatory Temptress" and the ones
Outside of prison sent me those blessed
(cursed) notes of their passion and crimes.
For a while, I subdued them,
Slithering into their minds,
Whispering hushed words and
Dealing harsh blows.
But then I starting making the
"Most Hated List" of many people
And for a while I wondered why,
Because I was ridding the world of evil.
And then I realised, the devil's voice is far too sweet.
dem0ns
As the dark night falls
I look inside a strange soul
Just to see, lurking
There, barely hidden
A monster I recognized
None other than me
I reached inside it
Digging amidst the shrill screams
To dig from deep in
To rip it all out
And just as night falls again--
I wake up, covered
In sweat and in blood
My heart outside in a glass
A rotten heart of
Black monsters and all
The things that we have feared, now
Sinking into me
As I scream, unheard
By a loud, ignorant world
The demons inside
Claw their way outside
The remains of a young boy
Emerging in a
Scattered, painful cry
brave
The land was barren, the sky was black...
And she knew that the King's Men were back
On their horses, complete with grins
They have come to conquer and win
But her people were strong, and she was their strength
To fight they would go to any lengths
So as the King's Men grew close to her land
She gathered every woman and man
And took up swords, every single one
Able to fight, able to fight the ones who would come
The Butcher took up a wieldy blade
The Healer's sons came to her aid
The Mason hefted a hammer of war
The Messenger called that revenge will be borne
Upon the shoulders of a single girl
Who through the enemy will spin and twirl
With the Dragon lending her wings
She marched on and on
The people's anthem she sings
The bloody vengeance song
"The Men of the King can wait," she cried
Hearing them knock at the gate outside
"But we will bring God's fury down
Upon the scum, they'll burn and drown!"
She raised her sword, of the best steel
Light as a feather, slick as an eel
Swept it through the brightening sky
And then, a furious roar she cried--
"Halt, whoever goes forth!
For the Lord here does not welcome you onto his land.
I am the daughter of my Lord, and thus
You will perish by my hand."
A wave of fire scorched the land
Avoiding the fort so heavily manned
Then the plague of a thousand seas
Leaving shadows of men on a broken frieze
And thus, the war for them was waged
But the tale has died through this age
So I dare you, yes you, to spread the word
About the girl who dared to hold a sword.
run
The clock struck midnight
And down went the axe
The pumpkin, glass slipper
All that was left
The clock struck midnight
And it all disappeared
Ball gown, carriage
Nothing is left here
The stars are old
And the day grows cold
And the cards all fold
And the twisted darkness grows
All that is left
Is a piece of glass
Worthless and obsessed
She runs far away...
--
The clock struck midnight
And the lone werewolf cries
Left and so lonely
He wonders if it's time that he should die
Glass shards cut into
Every piece of youth
He underestimated the
Things that love can do
Forever destined
Denied his family
The only hope
Has run away barefoot
If he wishes
To catch his Alice
Then Romeo's gotta
Run far,
far,
far,
far away...
the Box and the man in it
A long time ago, in a galaxy far away...
Roderich's hands skittered over the piano in desperate strokes, coaxing a desolate melody from the translucent keys. It didn't matter that everything was fading - he had all the notes memorised, forever ingrained into his fingertips.
The melody blurred as Roderich felt himself heat up, blood rushing and heart pounding as he slammed his hands down in a terrifying finale, a trickle of some liquid running down his cheek.
He didn't pay it any attention.
The wrong notes had gotten the best of him.
There lived a man, who was kept alive by a memory.
The substance started to slide off his porcelain cheek, splattering onto the piano. Roderich didn't heed the sign, continuing to pound, refusing to look anywhere but at the instrument.
The man loved music, above all - the memory of when everything was solid and beautiful.
Roderich's breathing slowed as the melody softened. Everything blurred, wet and sticky, like the remains of a carcass. Which, in a way, it was. The notes screamed out.
Once, the man lost his music.
Hands came, tugging him away from his beloved music-making machine. Roderich choked out a scream and looked behind him, clawing at the pale hands attached to his own.
They were relentless, and Roderich could only watch helplessly as his piano faded into nonexistence right before his eyes.
The hands let go, and Roderich flew over, kneeling, looking desperately at where the piano used to be. A strangled sob escaped from his fragile throat and crystal tears pattered the ground, fallen from violet eyes.
The hand was on his shoulder, an arm around him, protective and nurturing.
Restraining.
"Rods." The nickname . Roderich used to hate it, but at that time he clung onto it like a lifeline.
"Hey. Stop crying. You knew this was going to happen." A hand in his hair, ruffling it, messing it up. Roderich didn't bother to push it away. Instead, he stayed quiet.
"You have to come out of the Box! I know you love that damn music of yours, but..." The hands rested on his cheek.
"Come out. Your piano's gone now, but I can get you a new one. Stenwhy, right? What you wanted?"
Roderich stifled a chuckle. "A Steinway," he breathed, his voice cracking, a ghostly whisper. "A Steinway," Roderich repeated, feeling a new life seeping into him, bringing blood to his cheeks, vigor into his eyes.
He raised his head. Ruby eyes met him.
"Whatever." Arrogance. He missed it, missed it like he missed the sun. It was his sun.
"Steinway. Fine." Roderich saw black boots in front of him. He rose, looking the other in the face.
"You'll get me a Steinway," Roderich whispered. Those eyes captured him, drew him in.
"Damn right."
Roderich felt himself being pulled into a kiss.
He smiled joyfully.
The man lost his music, but he found something better.
That thing made him truly happy.
And it would be his, his forever.