digital art by: ~hiliuyun 

I live in a world where everything is a talisman and nothing is a lucky charm.

Innocent and vile..

I like my art to be like this one. Stopped painting for a while. I messed the latest one. T_T

Words cut like razor blades.

I tried so hard to prevent my tongue turning into one. But sometimes when I,m damn angry like hell, i tend to want to hurt with words. I say things that I can never take back.

All by myself—I rushed inside this famous food chain because of my equally rumbling stomach. I haven’t been to anywhere though I required a sufficient amount of energy-restorative carbohydrates to keep my body functions running in full blast. I have a stomach ache.

The greatest horror happened just as about I was laying my food on the table. The damn glass of coke tipped and all the contents dripped on the floor. But there’s one thing good about Jollibee—-they replace your drink when you spilled it. Yay! 

~you’re voice is very strong and echoing…
the duty of our heart’s bound with rope and chains.
once upon a time and it was now so far away,
our story will never have a happy ending…
i should forget you now—but my heart beats slowly.
my friend, my confessor…when will I tell again?

~my love for you will forever bloom, a candle burning
if only I could, I will come to your dreams…
in the lingering shadows of doubts in your mind,
let me kiss the clouds in your spanish eyes.
just to remember that once in a long while,
that I will love you like I’ve known no other love..
and I won’t forget that along my reminiscing—-
I could almost hear you whisper longingly my name.



~ahahah! Emo time ^^

I’ve got my mouth—
It’s weapon. it’s a bombshell, it’s a cannon.

I’ve got my words, you won’t get them.

Mercy! Mercy!

These things take time, love

These things take backbone

And they tell you what you want to hear cause they think it’s better.

But you better know how to point out the liars

You’ve got to weigh your wars

Make sure you’re not fighting for nothing.

~Gosh, been loving this song…^^
I’ve gone crazy over Meg and Dia all over again. Hearing their songs takes me back to my most happy days with my friends. Been missing the ol’times buddies. See yah soon. ^^

Epidemic Of the Mannequin

Like a lonely phantom who pilgrims around every lonely tombstones,
Vehemently wishing to slumber…deep down, six-feet under
instead of singing deadly lullabies
—-My last notes of Requiem.

I am the guardian with nothing in particular
to protect or to shield from pangs of bitter pain..
But I often wonder if the dead
is also vulnerable to a malignant bloodstain.
   
    I can only wonder, and I hope no one would answer…
    I don’t know why but I want to stay longer.

Longer to talk to the never-ending graves,
to muse the mysteries of death.
To finally think about what is it to me
that I am drawn to a last breath…
   
    I know that darkness is only beginning
    When the stars themselves seize the blazing…

The strings are no longer capable of holding me in place,
the scissors went klick-klick and I fell on the floor.
I wonder if this will be my last in the moments of light,
gleaming on the surface of the deadly claymore…

    My master said that suicide is commited out of despair,
    A dance with Jack The Ripper in a lonely affair…

I am spinning in circles until I had to break,
In the night stitched by rain in velvet satin.
so much in love with death until it took me away,
in the skyline, in the void of pools and crimson.

    Murder is the notion of my own volition—-
    Regret is the very cage that is my prison.

And when I open my eyes, still trapped in a dream,
Drifting on the gallows and the clear cascades.
Sweeping me briefly with a poisoned kiss,
And drop me to lay on my bed of blades.

    Screams of agony is only superficial.
    Carried to a far-off land by the cruel mistral.

All of my dreams would turn into paper,
and soon the curtains are going down.
But instead of the merriment and applauding audiences—-
in silence I would drown.

    Maybe the entertainment is not for the living,
    For the dead is the existence of my very being…