Deamons

As the silent voices crept over the wood ceiling he could not sleep. He wanted to make them stop, he did... But they just kept humming and humming in his head until he could hear them no more.

Not a conscious soul was alive in that room, not even him. 'Honestly, I can't really compromise this reality thing by changing the subject of my controverse existence', he thought with the dull excitment of a grown-up loonatic boy about to discover some glimpse of humor in a fleshless body.

It was 3:00 in the morning...

'But it wasn't my fault!! I swear!!'... Was she dreaming? How on earth could he tell? 'I just told him what he wanted to know! I didn't break it like you say I did!'.
He was an attractive man, so to speak. Or at least he always had women like fleas. Honest just about anything but his true nature. Or else she wouldn't care.
She was so scared he could smell her fear. Sometimes she wouldn't even let him touch her face. And still they were both lying in the same bed, sharing the same amount of understanding for each other.

She knew that whatever was left of humanity in him was there with her in their linen sheets and their love making by the full moon chilling nights with endless rain.

3:30 and she kept crying like a little child. He knew his embrace would be enough for her to have relief... And he did just that...

'What if you let me have you forever? Don't you think we can cast away all that evil?', he asked as if begging.

Drowned in her nightmares she somehow managed to let out a sigh. That was how he always knew she was leaving him!

Seven Deadly Sins :: by Martha Dawig ::

Comments by ~blackeri

"Lust is an inordinate craving for the pleasures of the body."

The theme:

As you can see, from my Lust sketch I have only kept the pose, but totally changed the face.
I think that this one fits the topic better.
I see Lust as being concentrated on yourself, being "drowned in your own world" kind of way, rather than seducting and being "flirty"(and this look was used in the sketch)
Ok, nevermind

About the symbolism:
The color - I am aware of the fact, that according to some sources Lust is connected with blue. To me though, blue just doesn't do it - It's too "cold", and therefore I picked(surprise) red - connection with the color of flame, warmth. No I am not connecting lust with love

The frame - uses the flame pattern... my thought-connections were: flame -> burning desire -> lust

The waterfall - something rapid, unpredictable, not controlable :]

God Forsaken Soul

Are we dead already? I guess we're now decomposing...

Walking along these roads again I see nothing but desperate souls waiting for death final redemption. Though we strive along as rats hungered in the coldness of the hardest desert, we don't seem to be more alive than they do.

We pray for a savior...
We cannot save ourselves... We cannot trust ouserlves...
We don't need a savior alike us...
We could not possibly trust him...

What's the purpose anyway? There's nothing out there to live for... There's nothing out there to die for... So we just keep surviving...

Many times I find myself asking this question to the wind and end up hearing the same laughter I want to cry from within me...

I am asking You! Let me breathe outside this insane boundaries that haunt us since childbirth!
I am almost begging You! Whomever you are!

WHY CAN'T ANYBODY SEE WHAT I SEE?!?!?

Why can't anybody hear this soul scream?
Why isn't anyone suffering this like me?

WHY DOESN'T THIS BOTHER ME AT ALL?!?!?

I used to think this feelings of guilt and pain were only mad ghosts unwilling to leave this faceless heart. Now I know what they are...

Why can't You understand it anyhow?

There is a war raging aloud in this empty and soulless world of ours. And all we need is an angel!
An illusion master we the same urge to sell us his emotions as our own constant need to dispose of them!

I think about this as often as I cry for help... Inside of all my loneliness...
Wishing I could be that dark inoccent angel that lurke in the shadows of Your holyness and Your most sacred and tormented desires.
The ones You can't denny, the sames ones that made You kill me and stretch my flesh until all I could see of myself was boneless skin ripped apart.

You said You wanted me... We always want what we cannot have...