Why do I bother? I'm going to fail.
Call me "too negative", go ahead,
please. Be my fucking guest.
The line's getting long though,
better be ready to wait.
Because everyone and their brother
wants to knock me down a peg.
"You're a bitch, you're poor,
you're a slut, whore, fuckup."
So please, be my guest.
Let's knock the bitch down again.
And I could blame my failures
this that and the motherfucking other.
"Poverty sucks, my family sucks,
I'm too stressed, people expect too much,
I'm off of my meds, I have no drive anymore."
So really, why bother?
There's a warm bed not too far from here,
and a bottle of Sudafed with
I'm a stranger in my own skin,
and I don't even want to stay.
Trade, why don't you trade with me?
Spend a day in these dreary catacombs
I call my beautiful, balmy life.
Ah, when they say
"Don't judge me until you've walked
an entire mile in my shoes,"
I don't think, for heaven's sake,
you could even do that.
That one, insignificant mile,
would be a bleak eternity.
Tell me, darling, you speak of the light,
but the only light I see
is at the end of the tunnel.
And darling, I'm not ready to die,
no, not yet.
Even in my wildest dreams,
I can't escape the night
that shrouds my pitiful existence.
Even in my wildest dreams,
And Blood Will Be Blood -ONE- by angelic-recluse, literature
Literature
And Blood Will Be Blood -ONE-
Elena, your jumps were so flawless today, Im envious.
Thank you, Amy. Yours were as spectacular as ever! I feel our routine was just perfect today. The crowd went wild! Dont you agree, Julian?
Yes, Id have to say so, Julian paused, eying the tall, tan girl walking beside him, So Amy, you wanna
Nope. Not you, not ever. Check in a few decades, alright? Maybe then? Julian it seemed, after every performance, felt the need to ask Amy out. She of course never said yesshe enjoyed the party scene all too much to date the pale boy. Elena, could y
Dark Romance -THREE- by angelic-recluse, literature
Literature
Dark Romance -THREE-
She spotted me from across the tavern,
Long black hair
painted red lips
porcelain skin
Her shiningveridian eyes penetrating me.
She was small yet most imposing.
All eyes laid on her
as she made her way to me
The world parted for her
as she glided through the room
It took her what seemed like hours
For the dark beauty to make it to me.
She bit her crimson lips in such a way,
Flaunted her never-ending onyx lashes,
And spoke, an ensnaring, raspy, elegant voice
That made my world start spinning.
So, the rest of my night with her was history.
Kiss my wrist you beautiful thing,
I hold out my placid hand to you.
Take it, keep it, never let it go,
Don't hurt the fragile veins.
Bow to me, you gorgeous person,
I tower above you, kiss my feet.
Press your crimson lips to my hand,
Show me you know that I rule you.
Feel the blood in my beautiful wrist,
You could never dare harm the purity.
So put back that bloody, wet dagger,
Lay me down in bed now, slowly.
Let's forget that ever occurred,
Breathe love into me, don't be heard.
I loathe you,
but love you.
I hate your mind,
But I love your kiss.
I disdain your words,
But love your eyes.
I dread your heart,
And crave your touch.
I dread being with you,
But need to be in you.
I can't stand being around you,
But heavens do I love holding you.
I hate you
loathe you
dread you,
And worst of all,
I love you.
Why do I bother? I'm going to fail.
Call me "too negative", go ahead,
please. Be my fucking guest.
The line's getting long though,
better be ready to wait.
Because everyone and their brother
wants to knock me down a peg.
"You're a bitch, you're poor,
you're a slut, whore, fuckup."
So please, be my guest.
Let's knock the bitch down again.
And I could blame my failures
this that and the motherfucking other.
"Poverty sucks, my family sucks,
I'm too stressed, people expect too much,
I'm off of my meds, I have no drive anymore."
So really, why bother?
There's a warm bed not too far from here,
and a bottle of Sudafed with
I'm a stranger in my own skin,
and I don't even want to stay.
Trade, why don't you trade with me?
Spend a day in these dreary catacombs
I call my beautiful, balmy life.
Ah, when they say
"Don't judge me until you've walked
an entire mile in my shoes,"
I don't think, for heaven's sake,
you could even do that.
That one, insignificant mile,
would be a bleak eternity.
Tell me, darling, you speak of the light,
but the only light I see
is at the end of the tunnel.
And darling, I'm not ready to die,
no, not yet.
Even in my wildest dreams,
I can't escape the night
that shrouds my pitiful existence.
Even in my wildest dreams,
And Blood Will Be Blood -ONE- by angelic-recluse, literature
Literature
And Blood Will Be Blood -ONE-
Elena, your jumps were so flawless today, Im envious.
Thank you, Amy. Yours were as spectacular as ever! I feel our routine was just perfect today. The crowd went wild! Dont you agree, Julian?
Yes, Id have to say so, Julian paused, eying the tall, tan girl walking beside him, So Amy, you wanna
Nope. Not you, not ever. Check in a few decades, alright? Maybe then? Julian it seemed, after every performance, felt the need to ask Amy out. She of course never said yesshe enjoyed the party scene all too much to date the pale boy. Elena, could y
Dark Romance -THREE- by angelic-recluse, literature
Literature
Dark Romance -THREE-
She spotted me from across the tavern,
Long black hair
painted red lips
porcelain skin
Her shiningveridian eyes penetrating me.
She was small yet most imposing.
All eyes laid on her
as she made her way to me
The world parted for her
as she glided through the room
It took her what seemed like hours
For the dark beauty to make it to me.
She bit her crimson lips in such a way,
Flaunted her never-ending onyx lashes,
And spoke, an ensnaring, raspy, elegant voice
That made my world start spinning.
So, the rest of my night with her was history.
Kiss my wrist you beautiful thing,
I hold out my placid hand to you.
Take it, keep it, never let it go,
Don't hurt the fragile veins.
Bow to me, you gorgeous person,
I tower above you, kiss my feet.
Press your crimson lips to my hand,
Show me you know that I rule you.
Feel the blood in my beautiful wrist,
You could never dare harm the purity.
So put back that bloody, wet dagger,
Lay me down in bed now, slowly.
Let's forget that ever occurred,
Breathe love into me, don't be heard.
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Life is somewhat good for once. I'm content, to say the least.
Makes me think something really dreadfully awful is going to happen because of it. Yay for pessimism!
I have nothing to write about on this journal, to be honest. I just got really sick of reading and rereading my angst shit on the front page, and I couldn't help to think that I'm probably not the only one who doesn't want to see that shit.
Mind you, life is still angsty and dramatic, mind you, and it's gotten much worse, if you were curious, from the last journal to now. I've just become too apathetic, and I don't feel like dealing with myself and confronting all the crap going through my head right now. It's too cluttered, my mind. To alleviate the pressure, I've been resorting to primitive tricks to take my mind off what is right in fr
Lately, I've felt extremely empty. Even more so than usual, as if my life has just been sucked right out of me. Even my novel muse seems to be a bit melancholy. I mean it's not like something extravagantly shitty has occurred to force me back into my depression, and yet I feel like something extravagantly shitty did happen. I could say I blame it on this or that, but honestly, I don't even know. Sure, I'd say it could have something to do with the fact that I have no idea who any of my friends are anymore, considering the majority are throwing themselves at men, ditching me for other, more shiny friends, or both.
And maybe it is that. W
Hi there lunar (if I still may you call that way),
First of all I would like to apologize for my absence: I have been away for almost three years because of so much work. I just completely forgot to check dA sometimes.
I read your comment on my page from 2008 and after reading your journal on your old profile, it touched me! I really hope you are doing much better now and I love to see your art.
However, I will keep my message short as you might not want to talk to me again because of my long absence. But if you still want to, please don't hesitate and send me a message ^^