W // SHYLA SATURN GRIMOIRE [DONE]

I remember tears streaming down your face
When I said, "I'll never let you go"
When all those shadows almost killed your light
I remember you said, "Don't leave me here alone"
But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight

( N A M E ) Shyle Saturn Grimoire
( A G E ) Twenty-One
( G E N D E R ) Female
( D I S T R I C T / A R E A ) Wanderer

Just close your eyes
The sun is going down
You'll be alright
No one can hurt you now
Come morning light

( A P P E A R A N C E )

brighbrightbright. The colour of life around me, oh so very colourful and bright, no sign of the worn out colour of where I live now. My pale skin -skin so pale it is almost see through- Use to fit in so well amongst the assortments of colours in the Capitol. But now the deathly pale skin, and veins that snake their way up me or not so charming. My skin now sends nothing, but fear through me. Becuase such delicay is not meant for the harshness of the life I live. Such fineness can't not survive the wilderness. It is so fragile. I'm always afraid my skin will tear. No matter what I do.

The brightness of my old home tends to bring back unwanted memories, memories that make me want to hide, and cry. Memorie that cause me to stare at myself a wish I was any other person in the horrid world I live in. But such wishes are far from my weak grasp. They float away and tease me staying out of my reach like and apple hanging on the highest branches ready to fall, but it holds on teasing you. When I lose myself to the horrors around me only the dreams of home can bring me back. A girl like myself was never meant to run and escape. A girl like me should be flattere, sitting in luxury, not fighting for her life in the bush. That is why I am so scared I will break, because I am nothing, but weak. I am soft and fragile. Like china, except when I break nothing will save me.

Dead eyes. Surely that cannot be true? How can yes be dead when the very living carrier of those eyes is alive. But that person is so very close to death, or as close as she will allow herslef to be. I am very much alive. I maynot fear death, but I cannot force myself to die. I fearthe pain of death. I have been told that my eyes look like those of the dead. Grey and lifeless souless and dead. There isn't much else in there there isn't much to me. My eyes are only grey because the sun choses to refelct that colour, it is not because they are simply coloured. All colour comes from light, oh so bright that light is. Neon hues and golden candles. Oh how I love light. My eyes might appear to be dead and lifeless, but that is only because the light, that is my life choses it. But perhaps I am truly dead. I just don't know it.

I believe that my eyes hide the horror that I keep buried beneath my rugged look. I try to hide the depression i feel for what I must where in this foresaken place I have been bansihed two. There is no fashion and love in what I know where. There is nothing, but hate in my filthy looks What is there to love, in dirt stained clothes these clothes that show nothing of what I was, where is my lace, my frilly dresses and love?? What good looking clothing lives for long out in the bush?

But then I believe that the pain in me comes from within, and it is solwly merging to be shown on the outside as well. The tears that seem to fall never ending from my eyes have left, to me invisable ruts down my face. The tears burn into my skin like the pain that is in my chest, when I think of my dead love. The haunched shoulders only give a glimpse of my internal agony, they don't hide what I feel, but never do they show just how badly I ache to find my dead love. The tears will continue to fall until I meet my fate, they will continue to burn deeper and deeper into my cheeks until I am sure they can go no further down into mu very soul, they will eat into it until I die, and then and only then will I let myself go.

You and I'll be safe and sound
Don't you dare look out your window darling
Everything's on fire
The war outside our door keeps raging on
Hold on to this lullaby

( P E R S O N A L I T Y )

Itty bitty Shyla. Little girl who can't do anything. Lazy. Dull. Boring. Hopeless and lost. Silly girl. Silly and stupid, ignorant of everything around you and everything that is you. I was never always like this. I use to be enjoyable, fun and the life of the party. I always loved to have fun, it was my life, drinking, partying doing as I will. I was a little nutter. I was a rebel, dangerous, uncaring. I like getting into trouble mucking around, looking for fun and new adventures. And I always had my man with me. Vincent was always there beside me, doing it all with me. Laughing with me joking and smiling. Then... Then it all changed, becuase he died. He was murdered and I was never the same.

Now I'm the girl that does nothing. I'm trapped in this little world full of pain and misery. I'm ignorant and stubborn. I do not believe I will ever escape the misery until my Vincent is back with me, or until I am with him. I no longer find joy in seeing the sunrise, or designing long frolicking clothes. A place where I once was so happy now only brings sharp pain and a depression that can leave me weak, and will often make me cry. Crying appears to be the only thing I am capable of, these days. Slowly I swirl deeper into the depths of my mind, I'm slowly shoved into the depression that clings to my body, and not even the pain of a blade can stop this suffereing, and not even a helping hand can stop me from falling, because I am lost with no way out.

Fashion use to be my life, before I was dragged into the world of pain, and into a world where there was nothing, but you. And you only have yourself to keep you alive, and the weak girl that I am can't do that, so i have allowed myself to give up, becuase that as all I can do, and all I have. I have nothing, but the death that slwoly creeps closer, the pain that slwoly kills me, becuase without it I am nothing. I am weak and without the man that was killed I am a no one, so I will forever more stay like that.

Even when the music's gone
Gone
Just close your eyes
The sun is going down
You'll be alright

( H I S T O R Y )

"Shyla?"

"Yes?"

"To me you will always be perfect."

A tender kiss.

"Because I love you."

"I love you too."

The words still linger in my mind, his soft delicate touch still makes me shiver. Shiver shiver shiver shivershiver. But these memories always end with tears and agony that makes me curl into a ball and cry. The pain of it makes me freeze, it comes quick and fast. And only my silent screams are all I know. I wonder if they notice it when it happens, or do they simplybelieve it is normal? They dragged me out of the Capitol. And yet I still don't know them.

His words still seem to blow in the wind, and they echo in my mind constently reminding me of him. And sometimes I let the fact that he is dead escape me, and I am happy for a little while, until I am thrown back into reality, and left hurting more then before. His death tore my heart to bits. The day he died was the day my life ended. Without him my life has no meaning. He made me happy. And now all the happiness I have ver felt has been washed away. I wonder if I will ever feel that way again.


Life is a mix of wasted dreams. There is never enough good in this horrid world, to even out the bad. My life has been quiet a ride, but never has it been so that I have had anough good. Good seems to be the devil in my life rather then the truth, there is no joy in the man I meet, he was torn away from me. And now I weep day in and out waiting for me to be reuinted with him. As I wait for him to come and find me. So I guess I allowed myself to be dragged out into the wilderness that now wraps itself around me. I needed an escape from the horror. I thought that this change would bring across happiness, joy, but as everything in my life all it did was bring more pain and agony. Pain like the death of a loved one, and agony like looking at myself. Nothing good was ever meant to happen in this life, in my life.

My life has always surprised me. But those surprises have never left a smile upon my dead lips. These impressions sights and sounds never leave a lingering joy that I can grasp. The only joy I get is momentray and disappears as quick as it comes, and is slowly replaced by the nightmares that make dreams ever so cruel. My family always left me, they knew that my mind was far from most, and I believe that it lives away, for who would want to live with this? I can barely survive my own body. Everything likes to leave. My parents did leave me when I was young. I left everything I knew behind. I'm still running.

I'm still searching. Searching for myself and everything... I'm lost.

No one can hurt you now
Come morning light
You and I'll be safe and sound
Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh
Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh

( C O D E W O R D ) OH HAI DAIR
( F A C E C L A I M ) Charlette Benson
( C O M M E N T S / O T H E R )

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Just close your eyes
You'll be alright
Come morning light
You and I'll be safe and sound...
Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh

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I remember tears streaming down your face
When I said, "I'll never let you go"
When all those shadows almost killed your light
I remember you said, "Don't leave me here alone"
But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight