Just started using a new icon by Kattling (www.deviantart.com/art/FREE-Bo…). I adore Gengar, he's my favourite pokémon of all times!
Other than that, I'm pretty busy with school work.
Stormcloud EyesI hear the rumbles in her heart;Stormcloud Eyes by BattleDaughter
a flash of lightning
etches shadows into her skin.
"In a storm there is no place to hide."
But even though she coils and shudders
she welcomes the lashings of the wind.
She howls when others meekly cry.
She believes in melancholy
and the swelling tide
and fears that the impending calm
will eat her alive.
She's a typhoon, a wild wave, a child
playing in the downpour with a heartsick smile.
Her voice thunders.
She is the girl with stormcloud eyes.
Rainy EyesEvery day it's rainingRainy Eyes by BattleDaughter
in her soul;
she's turned her back on the light.
Her wrists were made for
breaking every chain
but they won't listen.
The breathless city in her chest
tears at her sickly frame.
She lives in numbness
even when she cries.
Every now and then
you'll glimpse the sun in her
and she'll take flight
with only a treacherous calm
to welcome her.
Innocent ReaperYour scythe not bathed in blood butInnocent Reaper by BattleDaughter
your own tears.
You lack the will to cut your chains.
Who will save you?
No one. There's no one left. They've all
by your own decomposing hands.
You brought this on yourself
and yet you weep.
When will you learn to love
the lands through which you wander?
The pestilential landscapes that accompany your soul,
the nightly creations that loom in the shadow
of your conscious.
Is it death you fear?
Or not being able to die at all?
PUPPETS OF JULIUSI dance to the sound of your humiliation. Sweet puppet, there is no hope - I have reached the peak of my destiny. Listen to the silence of my voice: This is the melody of why no one loves you.PUPPETS OF JULIUS by BattleDaughter
You are far away from home; the snow is cold. Unfortunately, there is no way for you to fix this dysfunctional fairy tale. You are powerless but still struggling.
Lovely solitude. In a closed book, no one can hear you cry.
I give you locks of broken glass because I burn for you and I love it. I already regret what I'm about to do: This sweet pain of yours, the shade of your anxiety... You are living in a nightmare, you poor adventurous soul, howling for attention in a sea of clouds.
Sweet puppet. You will never be alone as long as I control you.
|I'm a 20 year old language student from Iceland. I try to create things, since creativity is my only proof for being alive.|