The ninth Deviant Discovery Feature goes to
ZayZael

for their written works.

Since I haven't had a writer chosen yet, I've decided to feature a classmate of mine, ZayZael. She's a photographer, a story writer, and a poet - and a good one at that. I find joy in reading her spine-chilling tales of torment and mischief. Her page could use a lot more traffic, and her gallery could use a lot more 's. So I dedicate this feature to her.

AddictionIt hurt. There was an emptiness inside that ate the heart out..slowly. Only the prick of a sharp point could make it go away. A heavy weight was on the soul before the venom pulsed through veins in a wild thrill. It was the only thing that could make this rock bottom lifestyle feel great.
A shudder runs through the body as the heart moved such poison through it. It created a pleasurable burn. Spirits were lifted and they soared. Figures danced in front of unfocused eyes, all a blurred and mild entertainment to a lost mind. A soft laugh could be heard in the bare apartment. It was always good at first, happy even.
Just over an hour flies by, and everything begins to darken. A splash of red slams into the eyesight. Sweat secretes from all pores. What used to be celebratory figures begin to tear themselves apart. Screams rip through the mind. In reality a wail splinters the cold empty air. Shattering silence. Neighbors hear, but none move. No help. Now the thrill wants to be stopped. No m



How It Used To BeI find it strange,
My mind hasn't taken over,
That I've never been left to feel nothing.
That I still have the will to persevere.
No matter how many times, I've been run through,
With blades I've so willingly given,
To lovers past.
I've always managed to stop the bleeding.
Been made to endure,
To care, to feel.
To trust and be trusted,
To forgive but not forget,
To love and be broken,
Only to get up and try again.

Not like this todayI know not,
What has decided to plague my heart today.
The sense of pleasure, does not stay.
It makes me want to simply lay in the dark,
And be left alone by the house.
I could've swore today would've been nice.
I don't even know where this came from,
This sorrow and pain.
It's not mine, that I do know...
Maybe soon I can be roused,
And my heart lifted,
I don't want to be like this today.

CONGRATULATIONS

Congratulations, ZayZael, you're our ninth Discovered Deviant. I hope this Feature brings you a lot of attention, because you deserve it! Have a great week!