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Dream of the huntDream of the hunt
You had a dream with me last night
You and me, you know it's right
My sharp teeth were on your skin
You and me, there's no sin
You feel strange things in your veins
You feel your bones strong as chains
You feel your skin strong and cold
You feel wise but sill not old
You open your eyes and se me,
Don't struggle, just let it be
In a few moments we'll hunt together
Forever in the cold, night weather
dream of the hunt part 2Dream of the hunt 2
You open your eyes for the fist time,
You are scared, like you committed a crime
You try to stand up, but your body is weak
You se your reflection and think you're a freak
I'm still sitting here, watching over you
Assuring that something bad you won't do
You're so amazed, you don't even see me
You don't realize yet, but now you're free
I'm still watching you from the dark
You still have the sweet bite's mark
You sit down and start to cry
Asking yourself "why" and "why"
You fall asleep on the hard, cold floor
I'd love to make it easier, it's not more
When you wake up, like me you'll be
With other eyes the world you'll see
My cold touch wakes you up
Smiling, I give you a blood cup
Smell it, drink it, feel it's power
And now let's go, is the hunt hour
one secondOne second
one second to loose it all,
one second to lose control
one second to miss, it's gone
one second and you drawn
one second can change a lot,
it can be cold, it can be hot,
one second makes the change
can make it normal from strange
you can be poor, you can be rich,
can be a wizard or a witch
a second doesn't even see
what you would like it to be
Burning passionBurning passion
I feel your hand, gently touching my skin
It takes me to a place I've never been
I feel your lips, kissing me deep
This feeling, forever I want to keep
I feel your hot body all over mine
For us, there will never be a line
I feel your breath taping my neck,
While my nails are deep in your back
I want to feel you, deep inside of me,
Just you and me and nothing else to be
I feel our bodies touching, sweaty and hot
We're making love, like it's our last shot
From the way you treat me, like a dove,
I can feel the passion, I can feel the love
Your hand's touch makes me shake
If this is a dream, I never want to wake
darking in the rain, darking alone,
dancing with a corpses bone
darking is the witches dance
darking, entering a trance
a witch in the graveyard, darking
is like a child on the street walking
darking is the blackest art
darking is the life's best part
darking in the dark, darking all the time
darking, and not committing a crime
darking is freedom, darking is pure
darking is the world's only cure...
sun-rise battlesun-rise battle
i'm sitting in dark, waiting for the sun to rise ,
thinking at the world and all it's big lies
we were supposed to be humans, to evolve,
every problem on earth to resolve...
instead, our home we destroy,
we play with life like it's a toy...
we know so many, yet so few,
someone should save us, but who?
the red sun rises in front of my eyes
i'm so small, comparing his size...
now i know, nothing is not enough,
i need to think, to do, some stuff
i'm not going to wait for someone to save my home,
i'm going to do it, even if i have to do it alone
i don't care if i'm going to lose or not,
this battle needs to be fought!
I'm sick of crying myself to sleep every night
Of you promising to hold me tight
I'm sick of being alone every day,
Of being accused all the way
I'm sick of being a meaningless thing
And treating you like a king,
I'm sick of being alone,
Of not being noticed or known
I just want some love,
None of us to be above
I just want some of your time
I want this to be sublime
But what I want you can't see,
And you just let me be,
Lonely and empty inside,
Knowing I will never be your bride
This is haw I go every day,
Trying to get all the way,
But I'm at the end of the line,
I'm dead, drowning in wine .
sunset romanceSunset romance
The sun went down in a red sunset
You and me, it's like we just met
The love is floating in the air
And the world with us is fair
You hold my hand like the first time
You and me...it's all sublime
I feel your lips touching my skin
It takes me to a place i've never been
I look in your eyes and see your love for me
I put my head on your shoulder and let it be
I feel your touch, your kiss, you all,
I know you will never let me fall
Just close your eyes and give me a kiss
Because while you sleep, this i'll miss
Hold me tight, never let me go away
You, the one that haves my heart's key
Angelic loveAngelic love
A dead angel is walking on the street
Hoping that his soul-mate he'll meet
An angel with blue eyes, searching for love
A sad angel, fallen from somewhere above...
He's walking day, he's walking night,
Hoping to find the one that's right
He's carrying his heavy broken heart,
It's full weight, not just the healed part
All that sadness, all that beauty...
The way he made love, his only duty,
Full of hope, always looking for her
Like a long time ago, only they were
All he has is the beauty of a dream
The two of them, eating ice cream ...
Oh, so childish...and so pure
Love...he knows, it's the only cure...
So damn worthless
The words don’t match the feel
So damn weightless
Clichéd but never real
My muse ran out of zeal
Kept in the darkness
It would take time to heal
I'm feeling so ungrateful
Escape this great ordeal...
Don't Let the Darkness Get MeThe man in my dreams
The one who watches
The one which knows all
What lurks in the dark
The heart of all suffering
Terror in a nutshell
Don't let the darkness get me
Goodbye KissYou want me to stay, but it can't be.
Don't you see what I see?
I'm so sorry. I really love you.
That doesn't reflect on what I'll do.
Problems have become too great.
I just can't deal as of late.
You know it will be goodbye.
I can't stop, though you try.
Here is where the chips land.
I wish you could understand.
It doesn't matter what you say.
There isn't any other way.
I'm sorry this is how it is.
Please give me a goodbye kiss.
It is the inescapable dark of the night
And the end that all things must face.
As we came into being from nothing,
A consciousness formed from chaos
We shall return to nothing, and all be gone.
At the end our experience dies,
Like the rotting meat in the ground.
All our love and hate and fear.
It is but a farce. We are insignificant.
The universe passes us by with indifference.
We hold ourselves above the skies,
Believing ourselves immortal, as gods of myth.
Truth is much harder to swallow.
All action is inconsequential. Evil and good,
both are to be swallowed by the sands of time.
Reality is an illusion, so it's said.
It protects us from the nothingness.
The mind that sees is truly the mad one,
For in madness comes freedom.
Through freedom we can see that the end is all around.
Don't Talk to MeDon't talk to me. Just leave me alone.
I was doing fine all on my own.
You ask me all about my day,
But I don't know what I'm to say.
I try turning my body around.
I face my head towards the ground,
But the conversation goes on still.
I wonder if I can fake being ill.
And as I knew all along,
My words start to come out wrong.
I feel my mind begin to trip,
And out my lips the words slip.
I wonder if my face is sinking.
I wish I knew what you were thinking.
I replay the scene over in my head.
All day I hear what I have said.
Why couldn't you just let me be?
I told you not to talk to me.
People see him smiling,
and they dont smile back anymore.
Hes worn that smile too long,
and people have figured out
that its not real.
People once heard him laughing,
and they once laughed with him,
but now theyve picked up his rhythm.
His mechanics have suffered with age.
People know hes run dry.
Every person in the room
has picked up that
theres nothing left for him
to draw from.
Every empty gesture
draws him further from reality.
Almost every emotion has been
drained from his body,
but hell never cry,
because he knows
thats all he has left.
Where are you?Joy
Where are you all
When I need you the most?
When I'm hurting myself
To evade numbness?
When I feel so lonely
I wish I had voices in my head?
When I cry myself to sleep
Trying to forget the past?
When I feel so helpless
That I wish I was dead?
My hopes are still alive
Where are you?
Please come and help me
Before it's too late
Once upon a nightmare.Once upon a nightmare,
Where knights are stained with rust,
Once upon as daymare,
In a prison far away,
Once upon a lifetime
and once upon alone,
Once upon a desperation
for somewhere safe like home.
Oozing nectar and quick silver tears,
Solemn eyes that have witnessed the years,
Perfumed sighs, rancid as a corpse,
Calloused hands graze virgin scars.
Pure white flags in clear blue sky,
Bowing in defeat, no longer to cry,
Accepted fates, resisting not,
Fallen blades are splashed with blood.
Once upon a memory,
The voices in your head,
Once upon an idea,
Filling you with dread,
Once upon an escape,
Searching for release,
Once upon a surrender
to your own inevitable death,
Once upon a surrender
to your long and final breath.
They give me happiness pills every day
Hoping they'll take away the pain
But only tears and sorrow they bring
As if I can smell but not touch the spring
I'm lost in my own dream
Can't move; for help I can't scream
Trapped between life and death,
It hurts at every single breath
I'm in a sleeping unconscious stage,
Feeding only with my rage,
Never going to break free,
Maybe, this was supposed to be...
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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