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The Demon Within
The demon within, thirsts for blood,
Calls for battle, hungers for souls.
It stares through my eyes,
Using me, wielding me, a puppet unto its will.
Can you feel it?
It's cold and terrible stare?
Staring, thinking, thirsting,
Wanting your blood, your soul, your life.
It hungers, ever more, its dark hunger,
Grows more and more,
Never quenching, never ending.
It's all I can do,
Control it, suppress it,
But I weaken, its grip tightening,
Its rage surging, Tired of being trapped.
Wanting to be free, wanting to control,
I try as I might, It gets stronger,
It wants to fight, It wants to taste blood.
It hates, rages, raves, pulls me,
Trying to take over,
Wanting to escape, to be free,
To cast the world into darkness.
The worst part is…..
The demon is….me
Endless SleepMind's a blank
A shattered wreck
Crushed in time
Abandoned in slumber
Lost in myself
Life is stolen
I'm locked within
Sound drowned out
Lost to the darkness
Eyes not moving
Lids ever sealed
Feet like a rock
Soul burns, body's cold
Can't get out
Dead to the world
Alive, yet dead
About to give in
Machine for a heart
Keeps me going
They said a veg am I
Gone beyond time
Brought by accident
Am I never to wake?
See your face?
Hear your voice?
I'm lost in endless nightmare
I hear you crying at my side
Feel your tears
Sense your sorrow
I want to reach up and console
I hear your grim choice
I cry out from inside
As they pull my plug
As I die, never saying
Flames of AnguishCan you feel it? Feel the heat?
Smoldering, spreading, searing to the core,
My hate, my rage, my intense fury,
Burning everything to nothing more.
Let my fire take you,
Burning bright and dark, all at once.
Immolated in my fury, my passion, my pain.
Infernos rising, the beams are breaking,
The foundations cracking, ashing,
Everything to come crashing down.
Can you hear it? Smell it? See it?
The flames are rising higher.
Consuming, like scarabs over a man's flesh.
Taking with it, all around, burning, searing
The flames keep burning bigger,
Bigger as my fury, hate, rage and madness,
They smolder and rekindle each other.
Larger with each time,
The fire's getting darker,
Darker as it consumes me from within.
I can hear the crackling, the crackling of my fire
Will it die? Will it smother?
Before my time? Before I've lived?
It's roaring now, can it last?
Smoke billowing, the fury feeding it.
Consumed in fiery wrath, burning, burning away.
Can you stop it? Can y
Hidden EvilYou've been near me,
But never saw it
Come close once,
But never felt it
The Evil locked inside,
Lurking, waiting, watching
Biding time to strike
Itching hate, burning anger
Food for the Evil
The Evil hidden within.
It's hiding from the light,
Deep in my core,
I won't let it out,
It festers within.
As a corpse in a crypt.
As the corruption spreads,
I fight to contain,
That Evil that wants to stain,
Stain this world a crimson red.
You thought I was pure,
But you've never seen my heart.
Black and withered,
Corrupt and tainted,
Filled with a hidden Evil.
ProofDo we exist? Do we really live?
What tells us we're really here?
And not a figment of something's mind.
Are we nothing more than a dream of another?
A never-ending thought?
A dream, that we see, feel, breathe and die.
We think it's real…….but is it?
What makes this world real?
Could it be that we feel pain and pleasure?
Wrath of a Dark BrotherFrom the darkness he comes,
Bearing hate and rage
To bring the fiery will of justice on the oppressors
Himself suffering loss.
The pain, visible in his eye,
Unblinking, unwavering Making the oppressors die
A signet of destruction,
burning on his chest,
The sword level in his grip,
The malice flowing through his viens,
Over-eager rancor festers in the blade.
As he broke through the chamber wall,
He never thought twice about what he must do.
As his blade seperated the living from their coil,
The room was painted crimson and black,
Sating his weapon in the blood of the oppressors.
What reason did he do this?
For what reason was there for bloodshed?
Only his sister was worth that price.
Trapped by the oppressors,
They care not for her sake.
Judgement hast spoken,
And the Executioner hast come.
Prince of the DamnedThe day creeps to an end,
Night comes forth again,
Young and strong, Soul dark as hell
I wake, the thirst upon me.
The thrill, the kill, the dark red spill.
Walking deep into the night,
Instilling harrowing fright.
Youths hide, 'hind bolted doors
Men and women cringe and shirk away,
Covering their throats, hoping on them I don't prey
They know it, feel it
That I stalk them, cattle they are to me
Nothing more or less.
Hidden in shadows, unseen and in wait
My senses heighten, hearing and sight keen
Their heart, I hear its terrified rhythm
Thump, thump, thump
Pulsing in their throat.
I leap, fangs bared and bite,
A crimson river running my chin.
The sweet taste of their lifeforce,
Flowing to my open maw.
The Demon the call me, a Devil of the Night
Even as they plead me,
Mercy and remorse I feel not.
Animals, they are, the whole lot
A game it is to me,
As the moon begins to set,
Time for me to bed, taking shelter from dawn's breath
And wait the day's dead ahead
To rise again and hunt.
The Dark Hunt
The shadows lengthen, light grows dim
From my dark sanctuary I stride,
The hunt I begin anew.
From the shadow I lurk,
My ears twitch, I hear your heart,
Your pulse, the flow of your essence
Evade me, you cannot.
I inhale, the scent of your blood in the air,
Tells me everywhere you are
My tongue tingles, your life I taste
Fangs drip, they long to pierce your skin.
The night has come, and I hunt
Where you go I shall be,
Waiting to strike, like a bullet into the night.
You feel my watchful eye,
Bearing down on you, staring at your neck
My prey you are, I will not lose
The sun has set, and you are in my world now.
Where can you go? Where can you?
Safety has abandoned you to me
You cannot run for long,
My pursuit is tireless,
You stumble and fall,
And I strike, you scream, you shriek
My fangs pierce your flesh,
You try to squirm, but your body fails to act.
Soon darkness overcomes you,
You fall to the ground
Hours pass and you rise again,
The thirst comes upon you,
You begin a hunt of your
Road to DestructionRolling down the road
The Road to Self Destruction
Running 180, straight into nothing
Going nowhere fast,
Hitting every bumb and hole
This road leads me nowhere,
Nowhere but ruin.
Gutters, trash and junk litter along
Only ash and the remnants,
Of all those who came before
Whom challenged and ran the road to ruin
All risks, without rewards,
No pot of gold or prize,
just blackness and nothing.
No birds, or passengers,
Friends or foes,
Radio's static, rain obscures view
Curving, winding, out of control
Charging blindly down the road to destruction
No exit, no escape
leading to nothing
A blank future sits on the horizon,
Lost to the road,
The Road to Self-Destruction
No escaping this road,
This road that leads me to my own destruction.
MemoriesI once did remember…
But it was so long ago…
How did it happen…?
What exactly did happen…?
We were such good friends, but…
Why do I hate you…?
All I can see is your face…
All I can hear is your voice…
Why did you have to betray me…?
I knew that we never got along…
Well, we did, but that was long ago…
Then times changed and we weren't friends…
But we promised we'd stay forever…!
I cry… It hurts…
Without you here beside me…
What I said to you—I shouldn't have…
It stings like needles… It bites like the wind on a cold, winter's night…
When you went running, I did too…
I wish that I had never said that…
I wish you hadn't fought me…
I wish that only we could be friends…
I wish you would only understand…
You will never forgive me…
We are much too different—the same…
What we said will be nothing but a memory of a time…
That we tried to be…
Who we were meant to be…
I want to die…
I want to just… just die… here… now…
It hurts too much… It gags me to think…
I am gone with out a trace
Just a ghost
I'm here you just can't see me
The fragment of a shadow that I have become
Teetering in and out of your thoughts
When I became a specter I don't remember
I used to be important that I know
Now I'm just a face moving at light speed
You lost me in your memory
But I kept you in my heart
Room For Two In This GraveThere's room for two in this grave,
my heartless little friend.
Look at this hole I've dug,
In which will come the end.
Your end? Whose end shall it be?
It will belong to you,
If there's any hope for me.
So hold her, kiss her!
Feel her while you can.
There's something here inside me,
That would imprison any man.
So come down here, six feet under.
Join me in my sleep.
I've given you my heart,
But it's something you cannot keep.
Don't be afraid,
Now that I've opened up this door.
You aren't the one, the boy I knew.
The one I knew before.
This bed of lavish hate, it's yours!
come and breathe you last breath.
Here in my circle, my arm's circle,
I will caress you in death.
Tear Us DownIf these walls
Could talk, just what might they say?
Would they whisper of how she hid?
Or how she'd pray?
Maybe they would tell all of the secrets
she whispered, only to them.
Or when she'd cry into their corners,
singing her broken hymn.
Surely, they'd tell of how they trapped her,
trying to offer her a shield.
Of how he kicked their locked doors in,
giving her no choice but to yield.
If these walls could show emotion,
their paint might curl.
For that is how they would weep,
for that precious little girl.
Their nonexistent eyes bore witness to her pain.
Their ears listened to her screams,
that went unheard,
and drowned out by the patter of rain.
If these walls could talk
They'd tell how really she died.
They'd say: "It wasn't her weak heart. It was suicide."
But these walls do not talk.
They can never make a sound.
For if they could, they would beg to be torn down.
_I believed you'd always be there for me,
Always be my friend.
I believed you'd look after me,
Even if it hurt you in the end.
I believed I could do the same for you,
Be the one who saw you shine.
I believed what we had was special,
I was shocked when I figured out your not alone mine.
I found you were undervalued,
The talent and loyalty you have in you.
So darling Im happy,
That now others can see it too.
Im sorry if it didn't happen that way,
However much we may want.
Im sorry if I hurt you darling,
Maybe she can fill the hole in you....I can't....
Look back at my tear stained face,smile,and walk away...this is how you'll break me...this is how you'll mold me into what you want me to be.Mold me to set aside my pain,and follow you without a word when inside I'm screaming...calling for something....some one....calling for an angel that will lead me to the gates of Heaven or Hell....waiting...calling.....but little do I see....Hell is already here.....
The Disliked MirrorMirror, mirror
On the wall
Why must you show
My every flaw?
When I see my image
Reflected off your glass
All I want to do
Is break the brass
That holds you high
Up on the wall
And without its embrace
You will take a great fall
To the floor, there you will lie
Shattered and broken
Far too damaged to be fixed
Then justice will be spoken
For how dare you show my imperfections
The way you do
I would never have done
The same to you
Maybe you will think twice
Before you ever do that kind of a crime
To me or anyone else again
Too bad there won't be a next time
CRITIQUE R GOOD 4 UA gift, waiting to express itself,
knowledge relentlessly pushing to be released, springing forth to those unaware of their error,
a free blessing for you, and in knowing so I am also blessed;
but for the amount of mud dredged to the surface by the strength of my goodwill,
causing you to find the healing herb distasteful and reaffirm your stance on crumbling ground.
My wasted efforts, your pain from misunderstanding,
coming back to me through stinging words of wrath.
With horror, I struggle in vain to remove your blinding attack that shrouds my intention, to reveal the dancing light at the core of my words.
But you decide it is not to be; even though I have traveled miles to visit your territory with a helpful eye, you, as the lord in it, deliver the final distressing blow and I am defeated.
One of us is a zombie.
ForgottenAm I dead and rotten?
Only to you, whom has forgotten
You left me behind
And now I'm gone
Dead to you and none other
My memory has faded,
My face erroded
Buried away in the sands of time
You never looked back,
Leaving me lost
I still remember you,
But to you I'm nothing but a ghost
A faceless specter of the past
You've forgot who I was, or what i am
I'm no different to you,
Than a corpse in an unmarked grave
They say it's bad to be dead,
But I say it's far worse
.....To be forgotten.
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