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GodlessI know none
Of your silly laws,
Of your useless rules.
I have no ruler.
Subdue my will.
In me, there is no god.
I bow to none
Who would have me swear to them.
I love no one.
I work for my own.
Above I will stand.
Alone I will fall.
I've no use for people to love.
Somebody to love
Would only start
A wave of doubt in me.
I work alone on my hunt for the truth.
No one can help me find what I need.
That security, so hard to find
The comfort of redemption!
Solitary on my walk through the night
They whisper to me as I pass them by.
My name has become legend.
I am the master of my soul.
I stand before you
What you asked.
Give it back!
Give her to me!
I see freedom from your
Cruel and selfish whims.
Lay her in my arms.
Can't you hear?
She is crying!
I am here.
I am free.
You will not be lord over me!
She will return to me!
She must return
Because I am her God!
I work alone in my hunt for the truth.
No one can help me find her!
My love that y
River of FlowersDo you wonder?
How does heaven look
To those who have not yet died.
Does it glow
Like a forgotten smile?
Can you feel it?
So close to you today.
Like a final word
On your lips. Drifting up
Into midnight's silver air.
But I will not let you see.
I am here
To keep you breathing.
You to this living earth.
Against your will
I hold you here!
Pouring from your broken heart.
A wound that will never heal.
I am responsible for
A river of flowers
Flowing from the vein which has opened.
That is all
That your precious heaven holds.
There's nothing for you.
No release from all this pain.
I am the only thing
You can see.
I keep you here,
Living on at my side.
Even though I know you want death.
I will not
Let you die here.
I will not
Let you see heaven's gates.
When you have only just begun
To love me!
My only love on earth.
I will not lose you to loss.
I do not fear your hate,
I will have you here,
Side by side we will love,
Blind EyesI, open my blind eyes and look at you.
Seeing only what
I long to see, in you.
I know that I have never seen.
That I will never see
Caught here in your tiny cage.
Stars, they shine above.
Just out of my reach.
I long to feel them!
Reaching through the bars,
Screaming your name,
You laugh and turn from me,
Leave me in my ties.
Sweet little bluebird why do you sing?
You too are trapped here
And you don't know it.
Fly, fly free as I never can.
See the stars for me.
Bring them back here, to this cage.
Ah, your sweet song,
It fades away into the night.
You will not return!
You are free now.
And I am breaking.
I see the stars now, they spin before my eyes.
You my jailer, I see you staring down at me.
I can not speak to you.
I have lost myself in the stars.
Somehow I must be free from these chains
But you won't free me!
Your heart feels nothig, demon.
Ah, my mind it screams.
I sink into the mirror.
Never to be seen again...
Stars, they shine above.
Just out of my reach.
I long to
Wings of the RavenLike the wings of the raven
You brush my heart.
You call out and shiver within me,
And I die inside.
As one we are joined
And can not be undone.
With you I can not be brought down.
I will not be stopped.
I will not let you
They will not keep me from
Your cold heart!
I wish only to love you.
Your raven wings that burn.
I can taste your fear
Of the death that draws near.
Like the bird's wing you quiver,
And I can tell that you're frightened.
Just let me come down to you.
I can help you now, again.
You will not let me touch you,
Though I can see you clearly, drowning.
I wish only to love you!
With me you can not be brought down!
You will not be stopped!
I will not let you
They will not keep you from
My warm embrace.
I wish only to love you.
Your lonesome eyes that cry.
I can taste your fear
Of the death that draws near.
Code Geass R3 - Chapter SixChapter Six
Lelouch looked up as Neko walked into the room, her frost-hued helmet tucked lightly beneath her arm. In one glance, he understood the exhausted triumph in her eyes.
"I'm in." She told him, turning and falling backwards on the hotel bed. Lelouch smirked lightly.
"I had no doubt you would be." He told her.
"I know." Neko twisted around on the bed, until she could see him, "Suzaku looked like he was going to die right there, when I told him you were coming back."
Lelouch chuckled softly, "He did kill me, after all."
"You should have warned him this might happen. He's strong, but he's still human. He doesn't have a Code to restart his heart."
Lelouch shrugged, "He's under a Geass to survive." He pointed out.
Neko turned back to look at the ceiling, "Right "
"So she succeeded." C.C.'s voice ran a chill of irritation up Neko's spine, but she stayed quiet.
"Yes," Lelouch murmured, and Neko's eyes flew back to his. His tone was contemplative, distant; and more than a little s
Code Geass R3 - Chapter FiveChapter Five
"Stain?" Neko could see that Kallen was processing things faster than any of the others. Making connections between Stain and Zero that none of the others were willing to make. Lelouch had warned her that Kallen might be the only one who knew. She had been the one to set the others' suspicions aside; to assure them that the Zero who killed the Demon King was the real one. That he had been capture, detained, while Lelouch took over and ruined the world. But he had never been certain that she believed that.
"Stain," Neko agreed calmly, "I am here to see your Zero."
Kallen's hand itched towards her gun, "Zero is indisposed." She growled.
"I think he's quite free." Neko disagreed calmly, "Or are times not quite so peaceful as you've been telling us?"
Kallen stared at her for a moment. Neko could see her beginning to shake.
And then she had launched herself across the conference room, drawing her gun from its holster in the same instant that she fired it.
Tense silence followed
Code Geass R3 - Chapter FourChapter Four
Neko stood outside the gate of Ashford Academy, staring out across the dark grounds. They seemed so alien now, like they came from another time. In a way, they did. A time before she had learned the truth before she had taken her new name.
Stain. A name she had chosen for herself. A name which would be hers, as the new leader of the Black Knights. It had confused Lelouch to no end, irritated C.C., as everything Neko said seemed to. Even she could not really explain why it seemed so right. Perhaps it was because this was what she was trying to remove. The stain of boredom on the fabric of her life. The stain of corruption on the government's quilt. The stain of blood on the hands of innocents.
No matter what had made her choose, it was the name that had changed her. The name that had carried her away from the life of a student. It had separated her from her friends by false death, by a white and gold mask in the image of Zero's. By a shimmering, moonlit cloak and slee
Code Geass R3 - Chapter ThreeChapter Three
Breath rushed back into her lungs as her heart jumped to an uneven start. Air flooded coolly over her aching muscles, filling her, replenishing the life she had lost and reminding her of the life the child had given her. She was tired; her body felt like lead, her eyes would not open, her hand burned
Her hand burned?
She sat bolt upright, crying out in agony as she tugged at the swiftly healing punctures that riddled her chest. Her burning hand flew up to clutch at her body, and she saw it. The scarlet insignia of Geass; the winged V shape which appeared in her eye when she played with another's mind; was burned over the back of her hand. Precisely where the dead child had touched her.
I give you this Code use it well to defend those who can not defend themselves
"What?!" She screamed, clutching at her head. She regretted it immediately, as her world spun with pain. She felt like she might tip sideways out of the bed.
And then there were hands on her; on
Code Geass R3 - Chapter TwoChapter Two
The Sunday sun rose brightly, waking Neko once more with its warmth. She groaned in irritation, turning over in her bed, stuffing her face into her pillow to hide from the scarlet light that filtered through her sleepy eyelids.
And then she was knocked clear from her bed by a flying body. She cried out in shock, twisting around, still half-conscious, to grab at her attacker's hair. She pulled, hard. And then she flinched.
The scream was definitely Cassie's.
She sighed, pushing herself into an upright position as she released the silky curls from her grasp. Cassie had curled into a ball in her lap, sobbing softly. Gentle, Neko brushed through her curls, searching for blood.
"Idiot." She muttered, "I was asleep."
"I thought you were " Cassie didn't continue.
Neko brushed a hand through her own tussled brown hair, and then reached forwards and picked Cassie off the ground. She laid the breathless girl on the bed from which they had just fallen, and moved over to the
A lifeA life
when i stimulated the prayers of rib-beat
when i licked the temple of my teeth,
speed pushed my fingers shaped like confessionals
clasped holy, carved my throat to fixing-
lover; i did this for the anthem of your eyes,
the feel of strangled feet crushing the fame of stars
for the glow of streetlight worship, for the moons
of your crooning throat, for the halls of your arms,
the strayed revels of your arms,
lover: you manufactured a god out of the drugs i used
and had me addicted to the divine, to the dignity of music
you pressed in my direction: just what i am, hallelujah,
marijuana, day and night-
lover, i fell in love with your culture
that preached the real definition of dusked kneecaps,
the plea of closeted throats, the whisper of bless,
unlearning how to say please god in borrowed tongue,
i fell in love with your attention, nervous grace
lover. i levied the rubble of my sins
Synesthesia - III have learned not to say
when your voice burns under my tongue -
learned not to shiver
at the cold of sirens on the street -
learned not to describe
the pricks and strokes and touches.
I have learned that skin cannot hear,
nor ears feel
(whichever it is).
How strange to think:
I may travel all my life
and never find a lover who can hold my laugh in his palms.
Even The City KnowsIs it at all easy?
Being by yourself, I mean.
Sitting in a car, on a train, on a bus--wherever you might be now, isn't it hard to be a drifter?
There are no men with newspapers, no women with strollers, no love-crazy teenagers, no annoying toddlers, no anybody.
You stare out the window, like there are people out there, calling your name. The trees are out there, and they've lost all their leaves, all their buds--they've lost everything, just like you.
The sky is out there, and it's gray and colorless, just like you.
The stars are out there, and they're so blown-out-of-proportion, and they're just like you, too.
But the trees, the skies, the stars, they're used to being left alone.
You lack the ebullience of your drink, but it, too, is fading.
Frost has gathered on windows, on the ground, on rivers, everywhere.
Frost comes and goes, just like you, when you finally melt away.
The city draws to darkness and quiet--it disappears, just like you.
But, even frost
the tattoo artist.she finds gems hidden underneath my skin and
rips them out with her teeth, the sores
along my arms swelling with pride and red; never
has she wondered if the pain would make me
grit my teeth into powder—no, she knows
i take it like a man takes steak:
raw and tough and bloody, like my fingers
after picking scabs to let some fresh air in; her
words are etched on the point of a needle, and she
is a tattoo artist drilling ink into my body, her lines
thick with moxie: "alive" splayed out across
my wrist, "awake" above my heart—she paints
a vision on my eyelids of an endless sky and
tells me it doesn't belong to me, but that i
can have it; perhaps foolishly,
i believe her every word
Where my corpse is foundAs I lay here,
On the guest room's bed,
My grandmother exchanges the oxygen
for the delectable scents of cinnamon, sugar, candy.
She does this through the magic of baking
Gingerbread Men, Gingerbread Houses, Yule logs, Candy Canes.
While I smell my cruel ex-boyfriend's suffocating tangy cologne.
I hear the laughter of people outside the streets.
Their loud, cheerful voices show the huge smiles on their frost bitten faces.
While my ears hear the bitter melody of arguments.
My parents' failure to stay together as promised in a holy place
caused my lovely imprisonment here at my sweet grandparents' house.
Through the slight opening of my door and through the windows,
Color penetrates the Darkness I have worked hard to create.
One usually embraces the Illuminating Decorations.
While I lie down here to reminisce my friends
Who are Traitors;
Proof of their conniving betrayal was the broken art project
of A Christmas Star
sitting alone on the floor.
People at this time feel w
An apologythere are books of memory
I scribbled in them with crayon and
seeped flowers into their spines when I was young.
Tearing the edges, I filled it with my life.
Now my hands shake.
Muscle slipping, dead ink spilling
marking my veins like
sin soaks the soul.
with so many lost lines
you would never find,
the first fresh stroke of its creator
or, the final sigh of the full stop
exhaling the memory
that it once was something-
a blank page,
a fresh breeze cooling you,
wrapping her hands around your neck.
And me, telling her secrets until
it overruns her with inky sickness.
Among my loves I still beg mercy
while carving my suffering.
My pen ripping into where my voice and hands
were never brave.
Tearing into pages of all things
like the dress of a lover.
If I could, I would leave a note, saying:
Forgive my words that cut you,
I only do it so I can live
with the poison inside.
Red Letter Day - Prologue
So here I am, writing.
I’m writing, I’m writing – just as you told me to.
I’m writing, I’m writing, I’m writing.
Have you ever noticed that when the sun goes down, this flat changes? It does. The walls are white during the day and lingering brown at night. During the day, I’m with you and the light from outside paints the walls that heavenly color. But when that sun goes down, the demons wake and I’m alone again, even though you’re just a room away.
Somehow it seems less threatening tonight, and I think it’s because you’ve given me an assignment to try and fight off the darkness. You gave me a stack of papers and a pen and told me to write everything that comes to mind.
It’s a strange feeling to have complete freedom. These empty pages are mine to do whatever I please – I could even wipe my ass with them – but they’re also terribly intimidating. The blank page has always been a nemesis of man. It&
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