ANIMEFREAK-DRACANIA

For Pride And For Glory I do it for the thrill, the chase, That desperate look in your eyes, That blaze that screams desire, Though you know it means your demise. I do it for the pride of my name, For the temptation in your heart, Which fights with your senses, It's pointless to resist, I always conquer. What do I want to conquer? The heart, the mind, the world? There is nary enough in this realm, That I cannot take for my own. I stared down death and won, On many a time, I feared that doorway, Now I shall tame him, chain him, Reside on his throne, for all eternity. Don't come near, for I will burn you, Strip you bare and expose your sou

"Target is within proximity?" "Confirmed. Wind speed and direction is accounted for, target is in clear shooting sight. His back is turned. Preparations for retreat are set." "Good. Shoot on my command." The sniper calmed their breathing, slowed it down until it almost stopped, the crosshair motionless. Down the scope they could see the target, defenceless, his face shrouded by his mane of bleach blonde hair. But the sniper knew he was the target, he stood out far too much, he had a void around him. No one seemed to be near him, which was strange; even if he was dangerous he literally looked untouchable. The assassin squinted their grey metal

I dreamed once, dreamed of reaching the highest place. I corrupted myself to obtain it. But I failed. I fell, I fell down to hell, the consequence of my sins. The constant torment, tearing me apart each day. I  chose to end it all, chose oblivion to escape the pain. But you saved me, you held onto me, gave me another dream. I waited. I will always wait. But you cast that dream into the darkness. Lost to time. But because of you I am stronger. I will not lay down and die. I will live on, waiting. But I do not dream, nor will I live as before. I live, yet do not truly live. Until you return that dream to me. You killed me. But I am

That look you give, I hate that look, It makes me feel exposed, like an open book. All the lies and anger from years past, Forgotten in the moment, replaced by lust. That look you give, glancing up at me, Don't. Don't tempt me. Your lashes flutter once, twice, thrice, I feel myself melt, melt like ice. That look you give, so innocent and shy, You know what it does to me, you are too sly. To others you seem adorable, cute, But I don't agree, I strongly refute. That look you give, so dark deep down, All I hear is my own heart pound. I see your thoughts, so seductive, so tempting, I'm simply pulled along by this game you're attemp

How many times have I seen this now? The same seat, same window, same scenery blurring past. How long have I done this now? Days, weeks, years? This repetitive routine, moving from one stressful location to another. How much more will I be doing this? No excitement, no challenge, the same rhythmic beat of the wheels under me. Even imagination has a limit, now my daydreams remain blank, time no longer measured. But within this mediocre pattern, there is but one thing that rests my mind. The one thing to look forward to. The one thing that brings adventure to this dull reality. The one thing that this damn machine takes me to, the o

Who am I? Why am I here? As I sit here, asking myself these questions at a blank page, I find myself with no answer. No motivation, no thought, just a mind full of random words that thread together, No real connection, just a line that flows. A line that does not know where it is going, or where it has been, But it continues to flow until it runs out of paper. But these words do not find the end of the paper, They just spill out incoherently, unstoppable, unknown. Why do I write? What do these words mean? Yet more questions with no answer, maybe one day I will know, But for now they will just remain as words. What do I aim to ach

What are dreams? That state between consciousness and oblivion, In which anything and everything can occur, Happy, sad, scary, blissful, Yet the only thing that floods my mind in this uncontrolled flow, Is you. A boy dreams, Dreams of being the best, fearless, relentless, unstoppable, He taints himself in darkness, his heart corrupted to achieve his dream, Then suddenly it all comes crashing down and everything is lost, His future faded into emptiness, the boy no longer dreams. A girl dreams, But life is not kind, reality punishes unfairly, there is no justice, Her heart is broken over and over, but she does not fear love, The d

Everything is grey, the sky, the fields, the ocean. The clouds cry in my place, for I do not any longer. The world is grey, my life, my mood, my heart. All colour has faded or escaped, clinging onto another to survive. My past is grey, memories blurred into continuity, no sense of time. My present is grey, I have nothing, nothing to gain or lose. My future however, is tainted crimson. The only colour leaking from this grey skin of mine as the grey blade glides across my arms, the overwhelming abyss enveloping my vision. I no longer see grey. I no longer see this grey world.

Fallen. That is the label I have been given. I became evil over the temptation of sin. Don't make me laugh, you and your self righteous glory. I did not fall to evil. I made a choice, to become evil. To protect what humanity lost, in its blind demeanor. To protect the human soul from you, I chose to become evil. I am temptation itself, to lure the human soul away from you greedy bastards. I did not fall. I jumped. I became evil. I am Lucifer.