I cut myself again today,
The blood, it looked so pretty
It came out quickly from my wrists,
Fell floor-ward, drip, drip, dripping,
It started out deep scarlet,
Got lighter, falling down,
It hit the tile, bright rubies,
And kept on flowing out
I think you'll find, that this young girl,
Is a demon in disguise,
She's the devil's mistress,
I see it in her eyes;
Scarlet lips, slightly parted,
Emerald green, her eyes,
There can be no mistaking it;
She's a demon in disguise;
Her glowing skin, her golden hair,
cascading to her thighs,
I'm almost absolutely sure,
She's a demon in disguise;
Her pure white dress, her resting wings,
That brought her from the skies,
Bewitching all the men nearby,
She's a demon in disguise;
Shaking her sweet head, where above a halo flies,
She turns to me,
And she can see,
The demon in my eyes.
A small, make-shift hospital had been established just behind of the no-man’s land, it was full of injured and dying angels, and a similar, even smaller veterinary centre had been put together for the griffins. Astra woke in the central bed, with a nurse and doctor tending to her and Aquila sat at her side, his hand placed on top of hers. She suddenly found herself uncontrollably angry and tried to get up, only to be restrained by Aquila bringing his arm across her chest and securing her to the bed.
“You shouldn’t get up.” He said softly, caressing her cheek then his eyes turned hard again and he growled “Yo
It was early, too early for humans. An area of clouds that had previously been desolate, a no- man’s land between the heavens and hell was now buzzing with life once more. Two factions were very prominent, one full of goodness and light, the other the polar opposite, full of evil and darkness. The dark entities all merging into one huge mass of malevolence, demons and hell hounds swarming and snarling. Astra felt her stomach flip; she was the daughter of one of the highest ranking Dominion angels, herself a Dominion by legacy. Her father had banned her from coming to the battle, and she could see why now. If she hadn’t been suff
It is said that once, Satan was the highest ranking of the powers.
It is taught that all in heaven are good and all in hell are evil.
It is said that God is omniscient.
But what if he was wrong?
It is said that God is omnipresent.
But he wasn’t there.
It is said that all angels are good and all demons are evil.
But that isn’t true.
Not anymore;
Not since the war began...
I cut myself again today,
The blood, it looked so pretty
It came out quickly from my wrists,
Fell floor-ward, drip, drip, dripping,
It started out deep scarlet,
Got lighter, falling down,
It hit the tile, bright rubies,
And kept on flowing out
I think you'll find, that this young girl,
Is a demon in disguise,
She's the devil's mistress,
I see it in her eyes;
Scarlet lips, slightly parted,
Emerald green, her eyes,
There can be no mistaking it;
She's a demon in disguise;
Her glowing skin, her golden hair,
cascading to her thighs,
I'm almost absolutely sure,
She's a demon in disguise;
Her pure white dress, her resting wings,
That brought her from the skies,
Bewitching all the men nearby,
She's a demon in disguise;
Shaking her sweet head, where above a halo flies,
She turns to me,
And she can see,
The demon in my eyes.
It was early, too early for humans. An area of clouds that had previously been desolate, a no- man’s land between the heavens and hell was now buzzing with life once more. Two factions were very prominent, one full of goodness and light, the other the polar opposite, full of evil and darkness. The dark entities all merging into one huge mass of malevolence, demons and hell hounds swarming and snarling. Astra felt her stomach flip; she was the daughter of one of the highest ranking Dominion angels, herself a Dominion by legacy. Her father had banned her from coming to the battle, and she could see why now. If she hadn’t been suff
I sit here, drowning,
The whole world’s crashing down,
Upon my shoulders, the words,
No longer help me,
I grasp desperately,
At hopeles facts and more question marks.
Someone save me,
Pull me up, pull me
Out of my misery, show me,
Light, salvation, anything
But the deep, darkness coming
Up to meet me, to
Greet me and to make
Me forever weak.
In the museums of history,
To find real mystique, real mystery,
Oak, beech, teak, elm,
There’s secrets held inside the tree.
See the model of the smilodon?
Made and dispatched from Japan,
But the birch plinth that it sits upon,
Saw the murder of a man.
See the print of a painting?
Mounted on the wall.
The oak frame it sits within,
Witnessed a monarchy fall.
Feel the suit of armour,
Untouched, no visible sign of gore,
The pine arrows of this archer,
Were trees in the First World War.
Listen to the parquet floor,
Clicking under your feet,
It’s just a part of the decor,
Not all wood can compete.
For my last week I think I'd like to...
Learn how to fly a plane.For my last week I think I'd like to...
Run through a hurricane.
For my last week I think I'd like to...
Sleep in a teepee.
For my last week I think I'd like to...
Help a blind person to see.
For my last week I think I'd like to...
Become a musketeer.
For my last week I think I'd like to...
Help a deaf person to hear.
I'd like to know before I die,
That I've lived my life,
Helped the world to fly,
Think of me as a butterfly,
I'm simply changing form,
Goodbye...
Have you ever just wanted to give up on life?
Tired of all of the drama and the strife?
What if you went and bought a gun?
And wrote a letter saying goodbye to everyone?
put the gun into your hand
And remember where you stand
You put your finger on the trigger
And wonder if it's ok as your finger quivers
You remember bad memories in the mind
And know that your putting them behind
You have everything you need
to make sure you accomplish the deed
But think for a sec before you take your leave
And make sure that your not being deceived
This cant be the right answer
Your depression has turned itself into a cancer
If you keep it in
Hey, I'm Katie. I live in England. I'd have to say that the craziest thing in my room is my flock of paper cranes that decorate my ceiling. I write poetry, short stories and paint for fun.
okay so its now just eight days since the anniversary of the tiger Tatiana escaping from the San Francisco zoo and something else... Oh yeah Christmas. I seem to be one of the few people that I know currently not wetting myself with excitement at the mere thought of it... Bah Humbug I guess...
OK so some of my friends go into towns, or go away to the beach. Instead, me being the INCREDIBLY cool person that I am, stayed at home and played with some new computer software :S my schedule is so blatantly jam-packed....
oh and all of the mood options are verging on twitter-ish...
lol