Aengel's Ecstasy

If you managed to find this little hovel, I can only imagine you're one of us. Whether you were an Aengel back in the days of Barroes Relin, or you're currently fighting against The Force, all ye outcasts are welcome here. Visit this page for all sorts of Eyrie randomness - pictures, videos, music, links, whatever sorts of media we may deem fitting. It's all here to awaken your thirst for blood, spark your muse, or simply inspire some good old fashioned Eyrie insanity. Welcome to Aengel's Ecstasy. Strap on your seat belts, folks. Visit our websites: www.aengelseyrie.proboards.com www.aengels-exile.proboards.com All media copyright to respective owners. If your work is featured and you would like it removed, simply let us know and it will be done. Eyrie concept credited to the dear Herald Gen. All characters are copyright to their owners. Got a question for one of the Aengels? Got something you'd like to add to this page? Click on the links below! You can also search by character or screen name to suit your needs.

[aengels-ecstasy]

She's a friend of mine, and an apple pie

And a sharpshooter, I'm in overtime like

Hey sharpshooter, I feel like I'm intrudin'

She's a friend of mine, and an alibi

In the getaway car, in overdrive like

This sharpshooter, I like the way you move us

She's a real live wire, what's she talking about?

I think I love her

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

So don't, don't come back looking for me

How come they lookin' for you?

I just wanna be here

Walking like an animal

I just wanna teach her a thing or two

Let's lose control and alt delete

And one, two, three, four, five

I don't wanna fight, butterflies

Out of sight, out of my mind

[aengels-ecstasy]

[imkindof]

[elesky-blog]

[hipster-and-thoughts]

[ratfriends]

coming for blood // a mix for modern assassins

“i got a tortured mind and my blade is sharp a bad combination in the dark”

listen here

[aengels-ecstasy]

D A T A

Thirty-three years go by And not once do you come home To find a man sitting in your bedroom That is A man you don't know Who came a long way to deliver one very specific message: Lock your back door, you idiot However invincible you imagine yourself to be You are wrong Thirty-three years go by And you loosen the momentum of teenage nightmares Your breasts hang like a woman's And you don't jump at shadows anymore Instead you may simply pause to admire Those that move with the grace of trees Dancing past streetlights And you walk through your house without turning on lamps Sure of the angle from door to table From table to staircase Sure of the number of steps Seven to the landing Two to turn right Then seven more Sure you will stroll serenely on the moving walkway of memory Across your bedroom And collapse with a sigh onto your bed Shoes falling Thunk thunk Onto the floor And there will be no strange man Suddenly all that time sitting there Sitting there on what must be the prize chair In your collection of uncomfortable chairs With a wild look in his eyes And hands that you cannot see Holding what? You do not know So sure are you of the endless drumming rhythm of your isolation That you are painfully slow to adjust If only because Yours is not that genre of story Still and again, life cannot muster the stuff of movies No bullets shattering glass Instead fear sits patiently Fear almost smiles when you finally see him Though you have kept him waiting for thirty-three years And now he has let himself in And he has brought you fistfuls of teenage nightmares Though you think you see, in your naivete That he is empty handed And this brings you great relief At the time New as you are, really, to the idea that Even after you've long since gotten used to the parameters They can all change While you're out one night having a drink with a friend Some big hand may be turning a big dial Switching channels on your dreams Until you find yourself lost in them And watching your daily life with the sound off And of course having cautiously turned down the flame under your eyes There are more shadows around everything Your vision a dim flashlight that you have to shake all the way to the outhouse Your solitude elevating itself like the spirit of the dead Presiding over your supposed repose Not really sleep at all Just a sleeping position and a series of suspicious sounds A clanking pipe A creaking branch The footfalls of a cat All of this and maybe The swish of the soft leather of your intruder's coat As you walk him step by step back to the door Having talked him down off the ledge of a very bad idea Soft leather, big feet, almond eyes The kinds of details the police officer would ask for later With his clipboard And his pistol In your hallway

[aengels-ecstasy]

The higher that they climb The harder that they fall

[reginaxnyssa]

[aengels-ecstasy]

G R E E D  &  D A T A

I am longing for your poison Like a cancer for its prey Shot an arrow, in your harbor Where you waited in the rain I am sire, I am ivy I am no one, I'm nobody I am longing for your honey I am longing for your love And the shot goes through my head and back Gun shot, I can't take it back Lay me down in your ocean Carry me and my burden I was dreaming about your honey I was hoping you'd save me And the shot goes through my head and back Gun shot, I can't take it back My heart cracked, really loved you bad Gun shot, I'll never get you back, never get you back And I ache, while you're not here I can feel you aching Wide awake, why you're not here I can feel you firing straight into my heart

[aengels-ecstasy]

V O I D

Lying through your teeth again Suicidal imbecile Think about it, you're pounding on the fault line What'll it take to get it through to you precious Go with this, why do you wanna throw it away like this Such a mess

Why would I wanna watch you Disconnect and self destruct one bullet at a time What's your rush now, everyone will have his day to die

They were right about you They were right about you

[art]

[vezely-a]

Ask a Killer

| Heroes or Villains, Killing May Be Relative |

♔ :First kill

♕ :Last kill

♖ :A kill you regret

♗ :A kill you have been known to boast about

♘ :How you prefer to kill someone

♙ :Most malicious act tied to your name

♚ :A time when you showed mercy

♛ :A time when mercy was requested but not provided

♜ :Post-kill actions, thoughts, or emotions

♝ :Ever killed for sport?

♞ :Define a good kill

♟ :A close call to being killed yourself

[never-here]

[aengels-ecstasy]

A S Y L U M

Weep not for roads untraveled Weep not for paths left lone 'Cause beyond every bend Is a long blinding end It's the worst kind of pain I've known Give up your heart left broken And let that mistake pass on 'Cause the love that you lost Wasn't worth what it cost And in time you'll be glad it's gone Weep not for roads untraveled Weep not for sights unseen May your love never end And if you need a friend There's a seat here alongside me

[mishproductions]

[henrycavilledits]

[aengels-ecstasy]