DEVIL-LIVED

heartbeat

30 Watchers199 Deviations

13.1K

Pageviews

Latest Deviations

See all

My Eulogy by DEVIL-LIVED, literature

Literature

My Eulogy

We had gathered here today to honor the memory of Victoria. Victoria or Vika as she liked to be called was a very unique person. She was talented in many ways and she would have been famous and rich by now if she only finished everything that she started. But since she quit everything, her parents have to pay for her funeral now. Vika was a giver, she was happy just by making everyone around her happy. She has helped many people in need in return for a smile on their faces. I believe that the reason why she was so kind is because when she was in need, there was no one there to help here. She knew what it felt like to be helpless and she neve

Princess by DEVIL-LIVED, literature

Literature

Princess

Clean as the sea Sad as the sky Her thoughts won't let her be The days are passing by A residue of sorrow rests in her soul Another day's tomorrow, another deep, dark hole She was a princess, now she's nothing but a whore No alcohol or drugs can help her anymore. Abandonment destroyed her, shredded all her hope He didn't give a damn about her, or how she will cope Yet still every day she waits for his call Yet still every day, her hope shatters like a porcelain doll The colorful world turned dark and gray She lost her faith, she will no longer pray Her makeup is smeared, her eyes are plain She may never recover and be happy aga

Trapped by DEVIL-LIVED, literature

Literature

Trapped

No way to tell if we're alive No way to tell if we're awake No one can prove that we exist We can't get out of this thick mist We run through fields of maze But this is just our first faze We can't embrace The reality of this race The tears, like acid, burns our faces There is no way out, we've covered all the bases We run in circles, to escape the lies We're in a snake's cage, running like little mice All days are blending into one There is no help here, they're all gone We drop on our knees in defeat We switch from the driver, to the back seat

The Beautiful Life by DEVIL-LIVED, literature

Literature

The Beautiful Life

There is no one else in this world, just you and I There's no time when I'm with you, the time flies by No anger, no noise, no sound, no fight Just silence, and love, and the beautiful moon light I feel so safe, when I'm in your arms I feel the excitement pulse through your thumbs As my hand rests gently in yours I can feel nothing but your pulse That feeling that you get, when you see a sunset, The goal of finding joy and passion is met. You never knew that such feelings existed before You never thought that you'd ever find joy. As much hate and crime that you see in this world Some might discover their riches in gold While oth

What Lies Beneath The Skin by DEVIL-LIVED, literature

Literature

What Lies Beneath The Skin

We're holding so much pain So many worries, it's like a stain. We have anger, we have sin And it all lies beneath the skin We hide our weakness, we hide our fears All regrets and our soul's tears There are so many things that our eyes can't see There are so many things that can only be felt by me. We blush when we are ashamed We sweat when we get blamed We shiver when we're cold While stress makes us go bold. One day we will be free from all There will be no more skin, just a soul. No more pain, no regrets No more shame, no more threats. Once again we'll be free Like we always wanted to be

Life Lessons by DEVIL-LIVED, literature

Literature

Life Lessons

Ever since I was a little girl, I was trying to figure out life. I often wondered as to why do bad things happen to good people? Why or what makes a person do or act the way they do? What is my purpose in life? Those are questions that will take me a lifetime to answer, but the older I get; the closer I am to understanding life. In my 24 years I have learned a valuable lesson, and that is to live life to its fullest and appreciate every moment of it. I was born and raised in Moldova, which is considered to be the third poorest country in the world. And as if that wasn't enough, I was also born right after Chernobyl, which made me a Chernoby

Solitude by DEVIL-LIVED, literature

Literature

Solitude

And empty glass A soul to bless Shaking fingers Single shadow lingers. She left him for good He would do anything to get her back, if he could. She never said goodbye She left him here to die. He looks upon the empty walls Every time he tries to get up, he falls. He's trapped inside his soul He sits on the floor and bowls. He tosses everything onto the ground He races through the house like a wild hound His scream bursts out of his chest Nobody knows how long his madness will last. One bleeding heart, one crushed soul One empty place, one dark hole Fear of solitude, fear of love And there is nothing to be ashamed of!

See All

Featured Gallery

See all

My Eulogy by DEVIL-LIVED, literature

Literature

My Eulogy

Princess by DEVIL-LIVED, literature

Literature

Princess

Trapped by DEVIL-LIVED, literature

Literature

Trapped

The Beautiful Life by DEVIL-LIVED, literature

Literature

The Beautiful Life

What Lies Beneath The Skin by DEVIL-LIVED, literature

Literature

What Lies Beneath The Skin

Life Lessons by DEVIL-LIVED, literature

Literature

Life Lessons

Solitude by DEVIL-LIVED, literature

Literature

Solitude

Watchers 30

See all

AxelLamar

hi-lited

lovehate877

GONE-EVERLONG

vernont2000

TheMajesticDeviant

Phaethon666

exeriance

FALLENHER0

bloodsucker-by-night

Indigo-Imagination

Comotay

Watching 22

See all

PrinceCharmingLoki

Blood-Banker-J

Indigo-Imagination

ILIKESURREAL

addem

arishka006

crusher500

OstroeLezvie

LiquidCocaine

IamVolchek

Silver-Shooting-Star

ghostandgoddesses

Tinkerer-Belle

Cataclysm-X

Deadly-Desires

Collection

Favourites

See all

Destruction Seduction by BlindJezter, literature

Literature

Destruction Seduction

Let us for a moment Peel back the flesh Clinging tightly to this withered bone Take a glimpse Into the dark and musty corridors Of this bruised and beaten machine Cautiously Inspect the ancient wire laden walls Shadows cascade with maddened fury in the dim Flickering light Take heed Not to allow one self to feel The slightest bit of comfort Press deeper And deeper Into the ancient tomb Feel the icey fingers Walking up your vertabrae One By One Listen intently To the whispers in the ravenous wind Biting eagerly On your lobes They inject their subtle poisons Like assassins Touching on only Your most vital Inards Allow them to draw you

Men don't cry - sad one- by ShadowMax76, literature

Literature

Men don't cry - sad one-

Men don't cry. Though I am a boy, I am the son of a man. My father taught me things, infact everything I hold in my hands. When I fell over on the pathway, just when I was five. I started to cry, and I didn't know why. I couldn't help myself, the pain, the feeling, the anguish, the fear. Overwhelming me, till my dad picked me up on his shoulders, And said; "Woah, you only fell down! Come now son, if a tear were in your eyes everytime you fell, what man would you be? Do you want to be a strong man like daddy?" I didn't quite understand him, but I knew what I had to do. I learnt my first lesson,

Why The Dead Are Quiet by BlindJezter, literature

Literature

Why The Dead Are Quiet

Whisper like the wind Careful when you creep There's a demon at the door But we're safe when it's asleep Don't you try to run away Don't you try to hide Everywhere that you go He's on the other side It's sick of being locked within Sick of being by itself It's sick from all the flesh consumed And so sick of everyone else It's sick from every breath of life And sick of being dead Ravaged by all the festering boils Bursting in it's head A boil for every one of you And a scar for every one of us Murder on the poisoned mind Spewing forth it's pus Leeking from each orifice Drowning in disease And laughing in it's fevered madn

Deviation Spotlight

My Eulogy by DEVIL-LIVED, literature

Literature

My Eulogy

DEVIL-LIVED

About DEVIL-LIVED

See all

Moldova
Deviant for 19 years
She / Her

Badges

My Bio

Gorgeous, Talented in many ways, Smart, Passionate, Nice but can be a Bitch, Generous, Respectful, Professional, and the rest figure out on your own!!

Current Residence: in the closet
Favourite genre of music: rock
Favourite photographer: sexyalexsey
Skin of choice: blue =)
Favourite cartoon character: gold fish :D
Personal Quote: if most people are weird, then wouldn't weird be normal?!

Favourite Movies

My first mister..... A walk to remember... Save the last dance... 8Mile.... Soul Survivors...

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Disturbed.. Cradle of Filth..... Linkin Park... Evanenscence...

Favourite Writers

Liza Jackson

Favourite Games

Life

Other Interests

poetry

Posts

See all

DEVIL-LIVED

Dec 11, 2009

Raw Emotions

0 min read

Heartache, Headache, over all Pain-------> It is so hard to breath... it is so hard to face the truth... Who knew that you have to pay for your mistakes that much and for that long?! What's done is done, you just leave it alone, and don't regret it. But how can you? When it's haunting you day and night. When you can't sleep at night because you're hurting so much on the inside. You are gasping for air, and no matter how much of it you inhale, it's never enough. It's almost as if you're body doesn't want to take the air in.. It's as if it's tired of fighting, it's tired of suffering, it just wants to rest... Rest in peace... but your brain doe

Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In

DEVIL-LIVED

Mar 13, 2006

Sour heart

0 min read

Everything I've worked for Everything I lived for Turns out to be a lie That's why, every night, to fall asleep I cry Where did my happiness go? What was it in you that I sow? How did you become so bad? Why do you make me so mad? I try my best at pleasing you And you know what? Most of the time I do Instead of thinking me You ignore me Instead of hugging me You're pushing me In fear, I run away I stop in front of the door My heart orders me to stay Although it has become so sore Cigarettes don't help me anymore The smoke will burn through my lungs and soul The poison of nicotine stains my tongue I guess this pointless lif

Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In

DEVIL-LIVED

Feb 8, 2006

death

0 min read

 If you think life is long..... think again.....  Well, life is fucking short.... I just found out yesturday that a friend of mine died in a car accident... Ever since, i have been trying to fight the tears, but it's hard.... It's just hard to think that he is not part of our life anymore... He's gone.. I thought that he's in the army by now, and planed on moving in with his girlfriend, and get married and have an amazing life, but i was wrong.... he was wrong too..... He was only 20 God, he didn't diserve thins..... he diserved a chance...... one freaking chanse....... Rest in peace my friend..... you left a little something in everyon