Devilloc

The Fallen Archangel Rafael

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Nothing by Devilloc, literature

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Nothing

Nothing I would bleed a thousand black holes unto my poem’s flesh but I cannot, I WILL not, lose myself in the process. I would give you all the treasures in the world if you would just believe and pray to me. But you never did (and you never will). I would’ve named the whole universe after you, not just a single star, and yet I would not think it’d be enough. But would you ever deserve such a gift? How can someone with no faith deserve that which only faith can bring? And how could I ever give you it all, if all you’ve ever given me is nothing.

Sunrise at Pripyat by Devilloc, literature

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Sunrise at Pripyat

Sunrise at Pripyat Everything ends, and when it does you can’t help but look back to try to understand where things went wrong. And that… that’s what hurts. Looking back. Every story must have an ending, and everyone, in the end, dies alone. It’s strange to understand that a relationship without love is much like an abandoned town. It is there, it can be beautiful. But it’s pretty much meaningless… And doomed to oblivion. And in the end, what do you have left? Dust… Dust and faded photographs of people and moments. Memories… Those damn memories that pound and scream inside your mind and w

Visionless Visionaries by Devilloc, literature

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Visionless Visionaries

Visionless Visionaries All of us, sleepless insomniacs, looking for someone just like us to fall asleep with. Virgin nymphomaniacs, looking for love in all the wrong places where love can never be found. All of us, fallen angels that never got to hit the ground, caught in an endless spiral of distraught along this perilous life that, while never-ending, never really got to start. All of us, trapped inside ourselves and never within one another. Miserable but never quite sad, lonely but never quite alone, longing for the touch of those whom shall never give it and denying our own touch to those who crave it the most. All of

Asylum by Devilloc, literature

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Asylum

Asylum Chains and shackles, bound my straitjacket. They make silences and noises as I bash them against the walls. Twisting and twirling, swinging and whirling, insane straitjacket of a mad hatter bound and chained, bound in pain... Welcome to the Asylum. Peeling off my skin to let the monsters out from inside. Peeling off my skin, never again to hide... Letting out all my pain that I have stored deep inside. Letting out my screams to silence the voices in my mind. Chain and shackles, forever to be bound. Burning all the memories, never to be found. I wish I could run away and let go of it all. But deep down I know I

Rouge Lips and Noir Hearts by Devilloc, literature

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Rouge Lips and Noir Hearts

Rouge Lips & Noir Hearts I'm pretty sure the world loses its colour everytime I'm not with you… Maybe, just maybe, though I'm not sure. But everything does look quite grey. Maybe it's the music, yes, the dead end angels that keep singing across the black city skyline. Maybe the alcohol from the champagne, yes, it does make my lips feel a bit number. Maybe it's the smoke from the candles and incense, yes, the smoke in which we immerse ourselves every single night, reminding me of a nicotine sky… Maybe it's you… yes, you, with those lips that make me lust for more and more, sucking the very life out of me…

My Sweet Lullaby by Devilloc, literature

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My Sweet Lullaby

My Sweet Lullaby Rest my love, lay your head on my chest and listen to my heartbeat. Listen to my whispered words... I don't need to shout them to the world, because you are the world. Listen, my love, to my sweet lullaby and fall asleep hugging me tight, even if it's for the last time. Listen my love, and I hope the words stay with you. Keeping you safe in the cold, cruel morning. It won't matter if I'm gone tomorrow, my sweet lullaby for you will play on. Because, in the end, you were always the right one for me. Even if I'm not the right one for you. My sweet lullaby will play on...

I failed... by Devilloc, literature

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I failed...

I failed… I failed… And it doesn't matter that you'll keep saying it was your fault. It wasn't, and it never will be. I failed… And your caresses will go uncared for. Your sweet whispered words will fall on deaf ears and your love, the love I craved for so long, will just be lost to the sands of time. Because I failed, and I know I did… And it won't matter how tight you hold me when you sleep with your bare body against mine, because I'll just stay awake the whole night, watching the lights and shadows swimming across the bedroom ceiling, feeling your warm breath on my neck… Because, in the end, I

Stolen Years by Devilloc, literature

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Stolen Years

Stolen Years Wake up every mornin' know I've felt this way before… Goin' on a path of self-destruction. It used to be worse than this, I know that I've still got some hope… And yet I know I can't get enough! Wish I could kill, wish I could feel, your skin just one more time! Wish you'd come back for just one night, bring in just a lil'more light! So give it to me, and give it hard, shatter my soul, leave a scar, and please forgive me… for all the stolen years! For all the stolen years… Wake up every mornin' with the same dreaded thought in my head… These memories will be the end of me. Why have you

Heart of Serpentarius by Devilloc, literature

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Heart of Serpentarius

Heart of Serpentarius I feel you… Crawling, hissing, under my skin… You make me shed my skin, restart my life anew. Leaving me bare, unprotected, fearful. You're the only one that makes me feel like this… So… Open to attack. You could kill me with a single sentence if you wanted to. And sometimes I think you do… But when you touch me, at the Heart of Serpentarius, you just shatter all the pain. Hold me close, or push me away, but just make up your mind… You are the rain, in which I drench my cold body, with which I hide the tears that run across my face. Even though, you and I both know,

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Sunrise at Pripyat by Devilloc, literature

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Visionless Visionaries by Devilloc, literature

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Visionless Visionaries

Asylum by Devilloc, literature

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Asylum

Rouge Lips and Noir Hearts by Devilloc, literature

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Rouge Lips and Noir Hearts

My Sweet Lullaby by Devilloc, literature

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My Sweet Lullaby

I failed... by Devilloc, literature

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I failed...

Stolen Years by Devilloc, literature

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Stolen Years

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Never Forever by Devilloc, literature

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Never Forever

Never Forever Dreaming of ascension, dreaming of a dream within a dream, of a time after forever, of what was before the never. I'll be the wishing well, if she's willing to be the wish. The dream eternal, to whom I cast my fears. The fountain of youth from which I drink to become ageless again... But what sweet irony, for when I'm locked inside her heart is the only time I've ever felt free. The only time when I can say I actually am, and the only time where I ever want to be. With her eyes resting brightless in the night sky, a lightless light (or perhaps a darkful one?) that casts me away from myself. Where am I if not

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

Apr 23, 1989

Portugal
Deviant for 16 years
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Born aeons ago under the fullmoon, it is said that his parents threw him off the highest cliff and adopted the afterbirth instead...
Unfortunately for all under the sky, this was not enough to end him.
After looking high and low for a suitable place that fitted his needs both physical and psychological, he decided to settle somewhere along the shores of the Tejo river, in the ruins of the ancient city of al-Ushbuna. There, his influence would reach the four corners of the world...

He has been known by many names over the ages, but let us use the one that has become most widespread.
Let us simply call this abomination...
The Goddamn Devilloc.
Preacher of Blasphemies,
weaver of darkness,
taker of souls,
holder of the heart of serpentarius and lover of the wolfhearted...

Welcome...

Favourite Movies

The Crow, Pan's Labyrinth, Let The Right One In, The Ring, Godzilla, Signs, The Fly...

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Marilyn Manson, Cradle of Filth, Immortal. Those are the three bands I listen to the most.

Favourite Books

Let Me In, Alice in Wonderland, World War Z, Cell, etc...

Favourite Writers

Anyone that can transmit well his feelings through his art.

Favourite Games

Metal Gear Solid 2, Resident Evil, Final Fantasy X, Silent Hill

Favourite Gaming Platform

My old Dreamcast. xD