UntitledI wanted to look at the stars.Untitled
I wanted to sit by my window, look up and gaze at them as they twinkled and shone, far far away. I wanted to pretend that they were just beyond my reach, that if I stretched my arm out just a little further my fingers would touch them. Then I could hold them in my hands and watch as they sparkled for me forever.
But they were always so far away. Just as they were last night, and the night before that, and all those other nights when I looked up at the sky and wished I could touch them.
I wished that twilight would come and scare the sun away so my stars could shine on me on
Fine LineAt the edge of twilight – that moment when all is familiar, yet a sense of the unfathomable permeates all, Awareness comes—it is not.Fine Line
Memory – A moment of vulnerability. A need, unspoken, a pledge of strength and steadfastness. A moment gone too soon— It had lasted too long.
Something came unbidden –
Too strange, too different, Not at all unfamiliar— The memory is lost – drowned in reality.
Memory? A dream. It is not, and never was.
Imagined – The cool wind dispels the last tendrils of a wistful haze. Maybe— a whi
001Blank stares and empty smiles.001
Cut away, slit away. Thrash, scream and bleed. Still they stare, still they smile. You fall, deeper and deeper into a blinding, dazzling abyss.
The silence is shattered.
Take it, and drown out the noise.
Close your eyes and let it wash over you.
Cut away, slit away. Revel in it.
Live in death.
PrologueOnce, there existed Paradise. In that Paradise, God lived with his Angels, loyal followers who loved Him and Him alone. They were His Children, He said. His Beloved Children, created perfectly in His image and likeness.Prologue
The Angels were beautiful, beings of light, filled with love. But of these angels, Lucifer was the brightest and the most beautiful of all. God loved him so, and Lucifer's love for God was incomparable.
All was well in Paradise.
But things change.
God decided to create something new. He wanted to create Man, mortal Man, and to name him the Ruler of His Creation. The Angels w
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Open up your mouth
touch your lips to mine.
That we may make a kiss
that can pierce through death and survive
Your words have branded my mind.
|| Queens of the Stone Age ||
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. Kamikaze Girls @ DeviantART .
. Creative by Accident .
. The Artists Hospital .
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Open up your mouth
touch your lips to mine.
That we may make a kiss
that can pierce through death and survive
Your words have branded my mind.
|| Queens of the Stone Age ||
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