My Immortal Evanescene Lyrics Novels & Stories

“No, I can’t do a thing. She has drained me totally.” “No, mom. You’re the Moon Goddess’ daughter. You and I are immortal beings. Mom, draw up your strength to get up and escape from here,” I cried out desperately, knowing my two minutes were over and Evelyn would return soon. Should I grab the lock and keys so that she couldn’t lock us in?

I can hear Felix’s voice drifting through the night as he sings out the lyrics as familiar as my own name: Just one second, A beautiful moment I’m falling fast, I can't forget Over and over, your story's rewritten Unbreakable chain, my déjà vu. Love through the darkness Mirrors on mirrors I’ve been waiting all this time Fire becomes ashes A new star is born In this starlight Say you’ll be mine. The eerie, muted words are a whisper in the dark, barely discernable. Where is it coming from? It can’t be my ringtone. Surely not.

There was a girl’s picture on it, brown hair and hazel eyes, she looked a lot like Catherine; as if a younger version of her. “I can never forget you…no matter how hard I try to…” She bit her lip as she felt tortured standing there, facing the tombstone of that one person she used to hate the most. * It was the same darkroom again, the smell of rotten furniture and nature that came in through the broken windows. Amy walked inside the room, and the half-conscious man had no idea about it. She smiled on seeing him so defenseless. *splash* He flinched and opened his eyes as he felt cold water being splashed on his face.

As her hips were driven deep into the mattress with each plunge inside her, Mory’s eyes fluttered closed and silent gasps fell from her lips until she finally cried out his name. While she shuddered underneath him, the Immortal sunk into Mory’s neck and claimed his mate. “Mine!”

Such a motivator for me. Taking a deep breath, "this song is about being ‘haunted’ by someone dear in your life after they no longer exist to share moments with you. Longing for someone who left you behind." As I finished my speech, I press the first key of the piano gracefully. The people are in awe, and I can hear them gasp at my grace on the stage. They are just blind to see my talent before, and they notice it now. I sing wholeheartedly the song title my immortal by evanescence.

As it fills the room, I feel the pain in exchange of travelling through time and for my immortality. I felt needles piercing my body, my skin felt like peeling. My mortal body was once again becoming immortalized. Tears filled my eyes , I'm crying because of the pain. The pain of being alone. As the blinding light fades, so did the piercing activities in my body. We're still in the room, Leana was hugging an older version of her son and a grown Dante. I fell down to my knees, though very weak I was able touch her shoulders and said, "Leana, we're safe."

Lay your heart next to mine, let the end begin… The surface is losing, the water will win. I’m everything promised, I’m all that you need, Your only truth, your final creed. Manolya… mmm… ooh… Manolya. Descend to me… descend to me… The waves will claim you, soft and slow, Six thousand fathoms... forever below. Come down to me… come down to me… Manolya… ooh… Manolya.”

Every breath he took seemed to cost him immense effort, his chest rising and falling in uneven, desperate gasps. Jeniece watched with a satisfying delight, her eyes gleaming with joy. “I sat traps and you walked into them!” she smirked. Evan’s eyes met mine, filled with pain and fear. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice barely a whisper. His body arched with another spasm, and a guttural, agonized scream tore from his throat. The sound was raw and primal, echoing through the room and breaking my heart. “Evan, stay with me!” I cried, tears streaming down my face. But his eyes were losing focus, the life draining from them with each passing second.

That love wins. But another part of me knows better. Because calm like this doesn’t last. It cracks. And something always breaks. --- Later That Night We walk. Just the two of us. The streetlights hum above us, casting golden halos on the pavement. It’s late, but neither of us wants to be inside that house right now. Too many ghosts walking the halls. Oliver squeezes my hand. “Remember when we used to sneak out after rehearsals and come to this street just to talk?”

Encouraging them to keep the faith in God and also in family. After that, it was time for me to give the speech I'd spent hours preparing. I once again climbed the pulpit and started with a poem by Chinonso Chime titled "Immortal"; Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I did not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush,