The red stone glimmered in the moonlight, red as a drop of fresh blood upon her hand.
"So what was it that you wanted to speak to me about?"
He did not answer, just sat there next to her with his hands in his lap. Not so long ago, it would have been holding hers. Not so long ago, it would have been him on one knee, swearing eternal allegiance to the liege of his heart.
But that seemed lifetimes ago now; now that the promise had been broken irrevocably. So much had happened in so little time. Impossible as it may seem, his alliance changed when hers did.
They would have had such a glorious future together. Now, it is all shattered.
The br
The red stone glimmered in the moonlight, red as a drop of fresh blood upon her hand.
"So what was it that you wanted to speak to me about?"
He did not answer, just sat there next to her with his hands in his lap. Not so long ago, it would have been holding hers. Not so long ago, it would have been him on one knee, swearing eternal allegiance to the liege of his heart.
But that seemed lifetimes ago now; now that the promise had been broken irrevocably. So much had happened in so little time. Impossible as it may seem, his alliance changed when hers did.
They would have had such a glorious future together. Now, it is all shattered.
The br
How you mock me with those innocent eyes,
How you ensnare me with that smoldering gaze.
My heart is torn,
The pain, it rips.
The blood pours out,
You delight in the sight.
But I cannot hate you;
I love what you love;
I hate what you hate.
You took my mind,
You made it yours.
You let me die,
I cannot hold blame.
You made me cry,
I make you laugh;
Wasnt that a fair exchange?
They think me mad
To be in love with you;
Yet I know, that it is only right,
To love you;
To adore you;
To know you.
Or so I thought.
What I thought I knew;
Who I thought I was,
Was naught.
Is my sanity leaving?
Bring me b
Take my blood,
Take my sanity,
Take my soul;
Even my memories,
All for you, and you alone.
Share them with no one,
Or truth be told,
Of this place,
Of pretentious facades,
Of love,
Of life in this voluminous fold.
How could he, say those words with practiced ease,
As if he planned it all too long.
How could he?
Unless he planned it all along.
Oh, my dear, how I had so easily trust,
That traitor with the thousand years of blood
Of treachery, deceit and lies.
The world would mock me,
This I know.
But how could he,
The one who knew?
It was his fault this much I knew true;
Yet it was impossible to hate him.
Why, oh why was
Take my blood,
Take my sanity,
Take my soul;
Even my memories,
All for you, and you alone.
Share them with no one,
Or truth be told,
Of this place,
Of pretentious facades,
Of love,
Of those outrageously bold.
How could he, say those words with practiced ease,
As if he planned it all too long.
How could he?
Unless he planned it all along.
Oh, my dear, how I had so easily trust,
That traitor with the thousand years of blood
Of treachery, deceit and lies.
The world would mock me,
This I know.
But how could he,
The one who knew?
It was his fault this much I knew true;
Yet it was impossible to hate him.
Why, oh why was he s
The world is beautiful,
The world is sweet;
Innocent, as it seems.
The world is perfect,
The world is bright,
The world is brilliant,
But at night;
The world is ugly,
The world is bitter;
Complicated; behind the masks.
The world is smudged,
The world is sad;
The world is dark.
Reality is stark, against those pretentious masks.
Oh, the melancholy of the world,
Hidden by the dark.
What has become of it?
The truth behind the lies;
Since the start of time.
Drink my blood
Drink my blood
Drink my blood
How long has this gone on?
Forever
You took my heart,
And ripped it apart.
You said I deserved it,
I believed you.
I looked at you,
With adoration in my eyes.
You looked at me,
With contemptuous eyes
You sneered at me,
I took it praise from an angel.
All I knew was you.
My existence was dedicated to you.
Life is nothing, without you.
You are my light;
My leader.
You broke me,
I delighted.
This cycle continued, with betrayal and lies,
Yet by love I was blinded to not make out this cry;
Of evil, of hate, of traitorous sighs.
I could hardly make out this sadistic try,
To pull
You are mine,
And mine to keep.
No one else can take you from me.
A taste of your blood is all I need
To make you mine,
And mine to keep.
My love is all you need to keep alive,
But your actions past I do not forget.
You exploited me to get to the top,
And when you did, you stopped.
You looked down at me and said with a sneer,
Why, oh why, were you so foolish?
You betrayed my love with your actions past,
Now, its your turn to face up the past.
You left me alone, for all I was worth,
I cried, and cried, until no end.
However, I brought back the pieces you scattered,
And now, the time has come.
For you to face
Current Residence: SINGAPORE!!!!!!! Favourite genre of music: Rock, Pop (mostly jap, though) and History of Music (a.k.a. Classical) Favourite style of art: oil on canvas and many others...depends Operating System: Vista MP3 player of choice: iPod nano Wallpaper of choice: it changes...
Favourite Visual Artist
Leonardo Da Vinci
Favourite Movies
Pride and Prejudice.
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Evanescence the countless classical musicians and Ayumi Hamasaki, Ali Project, Mika, Koda Kumi
Favourite Writers
Tamora Pierce, Jean Plaidy, Adam Gopnik, Jane Austen, Eoin Colfer, Melissa de la Cruz
I just put this here to replace my disgusting frivolity.
And, I've recently discovered that I am sort of an existential nihilist.
My brain's dripping out of my ear.
Boo-hoo.
Hear me cry.
Right... I just came back from Korea (if about... 10 days is 'just') and realised that I have also fallen victim to the Korean-wave sweeping over Asia. Too bad the Japan-wave is over... I feel kinda depressed that I wasn't really around to witness and enjoy it.
Right, and anyway, I have a feeling that instead of allowing others to view my ugly art, I should really post the new-and-improved ones (self-perceived).
Haha... should I fan-girl? Yes. I should. It would be too late to say no, anyway.
After realising recently(not) that I cannot remember most male faces and stick it to their names for nuts, I shall just refer to them as I know them.
I watched a documentary just the other day, about Ancient Egypt and her apocalypse. It reminded me of why I fell in love with Ancient history in the first place. It's a beautiful place to llose yourself in, after all, you are witnessing the demise of someone other than yourself. You know that there is someone worse than you.
Alright, that part was just a sort of joke. I love the culture and things that people had discovered in the past, that's probably why i find it so fascinating. It reminds me of why I want to travel the world in the first place.
I would move from Greece to Italy to Spain, to Germany, to Austria! Anywhere that is within m