|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
Inner DemonsJust breathe.
It's more difficult than it sounds. This feeling, like a giant fist slowly squeezing tighter, makes it hard to fill your lungs, makes it hard to even want to try. Why would you want to? The demons that come to you at night promise peace if only you would give in, and breathe out that last breath. They tear at your will to fight every time you close your eyes, their claws sharper than the most violent daggers, designed to reach the most vulnerable part of your soul so they can devour it whole.
You wonder every night- as they ooze from every shadow and every corner, leaching life from your misery as though it's sweeter than the blood in your veins- where are the good guys? Where are the white knights to save your soul and pull you out of the fiery depths of your own inner hell? Maybe they don't exist. Maybe the only thing that exists in your world is evil, pure and incarnate. Maybe that is all we are capable of, a condition of human nature.
Or maybe those white knights don'
Dark PrincessThere's a monster in my bedroom and his name is Fred.
Well, his name isn't really Fred, but that's what I call him. His real name is way too difficult to pronounce and I stopped trying a long time ago. He doesn't really like it, but when I suggested calling him the same name as my cat, he took Fred. He hates Princess, and she hates him tenfold. The only reason he hasn't tried to eat her is because I threatened to send him back to hell if he even dared to swallow a single hair.
Oh yeah, I wasn't kidding when I said Fred was a monster. To be more specific, he's a demon. A level two demon, in fact. The only ranks above him are level one, and of course, my father. You'd think being the only daughter of the Dark Prince that I would be allocated a level one demon, but no. Not that I was complaining, not really. Fred was ridiculously overbearing enough for me. I doubted I would have any kind of life at all with a level one on my back all the time. As it was, wherever I went, Fred followed lik
How Can IHow can you sleep, when your dreams are all nightmares.
How can you eat, when every bite is tasteless.
How can you sing, when every note is full of sorrow.
How can you write, when your thoughts are blurred and useless.
How can you hear, when their words all sound the same.
How can you try, when it only brings you failure.
How can you pray, when you don't believe in anything.
How can you feel safe, when every shadow hides a monster.
How can you see, when the world has lost it's beauty.
How can you love, when your heart is in a thousand pieces.
How can you speak, when every word is bitter and angry.
How can you live, when everything feels meaningless.
How can you be happy, when the sadness never ends.
Mind GamesI opened my eyes.
Pain exploded through my skull, vicious and sharp, blurring my eyes with tears and ominous spots of black. My back arched from the ground, my arms scraping in the dirt, my head thrown back as I screamed. I couldn't see. I couldn't think. Pain was my world and the air I breathed. It robbed me of my soul and my very essence, until I was a shell lying huddled on the ground, shaking and shivering with the sound of my own panting heavy in my ears.
I could hear a strange crackling sound, and I smelled fire and burning. Something, some forgotten voice in my brain, was shouting at me to get up. To get up and run as fast as I could away from... something.
There was nothing around me that looked familiar. Just blackened rubble that was disintegrating in front of my eyes as I slowly blinked back my vision. A faint breeze was already carrying away bits of ash, bits of what was left of my life. Something tweaked in my mind, a memory perhaps, but before I could reach for it the pai
Barbie GirlHe wants a barbie girl.
Thin and blonde, of course, bleach your hair if you must. Soak your skin in orange just to achieve that 'healthy glow'. He doesn't care if its fake, he just wants it, and he'll throw away a brunette beauty with a heart of gold for a whore with implants and a smile that never reaches those baby blues.
And then he curses us all for the state she leaves his heart in.
He had me before I even realised but I played the game, knowing that I was a prize ten years his junior. Men like a trophy and women like the attention, so we fed each other in this sad symbiotic fling, knowing that the end result was sex and then we would go our separate ways.
They were they rules he put down, and I followed.
I was the dark-haired, dark-eyed girl with tattoos and a million problems. I was a challenge. No man wants to be used, even if they came up with the plan. Maybe he wanted me, or maybe he just wanted me to want him.
So he played his games.
I fell for it. I fell for him. And he wen
Keep in Touch!
scheinbar is a much-loved and well-known deviant. Just one look at her gallery, filled with enchanting photography, will have you mesmerized. A deviant for over 7 years, Christiane can always be found posting inspirational features as well as regularly commenting on other deviations and encouraging and empowering her fellow deviants. We are inspired and insist that you too stop by and congratulate ... Read More