Current Residence: FK
Favorite genre of music: Any but the new stupid crap. (unless new albums by my babies)
Favorite style of art: fan art and or literature
MP3 player of choice: My Phone
Skin of choice: Tan
Favorite manga character: Boris Airay
Our Inner DemonsThe greatest feeling in the world at this moment,Our Inner Demons by itachaweasle
is going out under a bright moon.
is a night so quiet, it's instantly calming.
is running away from an angry home.
is crying, screaming into darkness, just to feel better.
is the pain stopping, just for a second.
It doesn't matter that you've lost friends and loved ones.
It doesn't matter that people lied and used you.
All that matters,
is that moment in the pale light of the moon when your finally at peace.
is when your body is finally at rest after days of stress.
is when you can finally let go.
don't cut into your perfect skin.
don't drown yourself in alcohol.
don't depress that syringe into your vein.
don't swallow that pill.
don't light that drug.
Because no matter what,
you deserve to live.
you deserve to have a future.
you deserve a life out of this depression.
you deserve a life out of this stress.
Don't do what you know is wrong just to be in this moment.
Just take a deep breath
put down whatever is in your h
Hold on darling..Blade to the ribs, she gasps,Hold on darling.. by itachaweasle
blood beading down her pale side.
The moon cried down to her, telling her to stop,
but she only shined brighter.
More gashes appear, each dropping more cells,
her head starts swimming, but she can only sigh tears.
The wind caresses her, urging the blood to stop,
but he only chilled the skin, causing it to slow.
Then the blade was taken, blonde hair ruffled,
sad smile of perfect lips. "What are you doing?
This isn't you, not anymore, you're the girl that smiles.
The girl that catches my eyes, even after a year,
not one that hurts herself."
He lay beside her, giving her his jacket,
not caring for the blood.
The moon thanked him, the wind hugging him,
he alone had saved this wonderful girl.
"Just let me hold you darling, don't worry about a thing.
You just have to hold on darling, I'll keep you safe from harm."
She clung to him, crying into his chest, holding on.
He saved her in one day, made her love life,
never want to give in to the dark.
Forgiveness is the first step.. I pushed away all and any words that flew to my tongue, sighing instead. “We should get some food in that kid. Common, I'll pay, it's the least I can do.” The girl bounced excitedly, dragging Arthor out of my home, me following slowly. I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say a damn word, just watched the girl gape at my kingdom, my country, my home.Forgiveness is the first step.. by itachaweasle
We ended up at a small deli, the girl ordering a sandwich with her eyes and not her stomach, Arthor ordering some crepe thingy. I just paid for it, sat down at a table, and watched the two. It made my heart ache, made me want to admit to missing the other male, but I didn't know what all he'd said to the young girl, and I wasn't about to get yelled at for opening my mouth. “Daddy, why are his eyes like that?”
I glanced over at her, her dark amethyst eyes a shade lighter than Arthor's own, and I smiled, thankful that my fangs appeared normal. “That's not nice, Itahca, he can't help wha
A Broken King His baritone voice rang through the corridors of his empty castle, the walls containing fearful screams, pleading cries begging for mercy, always falling onto depth ears. The King strolled down the empty halls, singing sullenly to himself, amethyst eyes haunting his every thought. He'd banished every resident in his home, sent his guard away, released all but two prisoners, and sent his mom to the Nether.A Broken King by itachaweasle
“We'll do it all..everything..on our own..” Virgin lips smiled up at him, inviting, speaking in a language he knew all to well. “We don't need..anything..or any one..” Soft hands held his own, completely new to him, the King never wanting to let go. “If I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lie with me, and just forget the world?”
Then the eyes turned fearful, raged, completely disgusted. The soft lips were screaming, undoing every wall the King had put up, making him feel completely useless. A tear rolled down a pale cheek.