Newest Deviations
Final Blood: Part IToday the sunlight touched the treetops for the first time in weeks. It was as if somewhere out there a god was smirking at me, waiting for me to make another mistake so he can surround my world in darkness again. The only problem with that is I plan to make everyone's life perfect, so perfect that they forget how I have let them down over and over. It might take some time but I will not let myself worry, even if it destroys every thought of happiness I have ever had. Happiness is something only the free should enjoy and I am not free, nor will I ever be. Freedom is not something I was born with, there is no point for me to pursue it in thisFinal Blood: Part I
by ~AGSuzanne
VI.1: DiscipleThere is no destiny in her faded future, especially the way it is beginning to emerge. Slowly she is taking a hold of me, soon to have my mind and my body.VI.1: Disciple
And here we are at the beginning, where the clear cut cold breaks the surface of her heart.
It is her time to triumph, ready or flawed, soar or fall.
The light fades the horizon into the dusk, she is an angel of too bright light, dead to the earth but true the everlasting torment.
Like a cluster of thorns quick to draw blood, she is stealthy and soundless, she taunts my desires.
by ~AGSuzanne
VI: ReconstructionShe pursues for an asylum, but she will never find her ray of brilliancyVI: Reconstruction
without her obscurity. I know this, I observe.
It as is if my eyes disguise her true form, she is like a infant, growing, but she grows slower then truth shall present.
She mortifies my actuality, it is a travesty of justice, my justice. Or conceivably I am just possessive. But even the prejudice cannot kill the enchantment.
I gaze, I attain, but I remain bewildered. She cannot be legitimate.
Still, I can hear her voice, I can feel her breath, I ca
by ~AGSuzanne
V: NeophyteAnd there she stood in desolation, fighting back the urge to cry out. The blood poured from every chasm in her now weak body, and the chains held her tight but left room for failure, failure that I could in vision. But it never happened.V: Neophyte
She is strong much like her father, her father to whom I was a-slave. but I was now to do her biddings, if so she desired my consciousness. But she must first advance.
In my eyes she looks too angelic, and it is repulsive. She is still far too human, and holds on to her old ways, but underneath t
by ~AGSuzanne
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Crying BloodHe licked the warm blood off his claws,Crying Blood
Surrounded by masses of decapitated corpses. Nothing could make him happier.
She shivered amongst the gory hills,
Her torn body dripping with the blood from many people lying sprawled and lifeless around her. She could see the crazed beast sitting on a rock, tearing apart the remains of human bodies.
He saw the girl trying to hide from him, shivering and bloodied,
Trying to get away from something. Away from him. He would not let it happen. The beautiful carnage would not be disturbed by a filthy creature creeping around it, dirtying
by ~Etimesf
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