Soulless Existence Lyrics Novels & Stories

With a choked sob, I close the app, my hopes shatter like glass against the cold, unyielding reality. I sink onto my bed. With each sob that wracks my body, I feel as though a piece of my soul is being torn away, leaving me raw and exposed to the harshness of the world. Exhaustion and pain washes over me in relentless waves, pulling me down into the depths of unconsciousness. And as I drift into the darkness, I cling to the fragile threads of hope that still lingers in my heart, praying that somehow, someway, my plea will be heard and my fate will be changed again.

I’m going to live the life you thought you were giving me, while you rot in hell. Black spots danced across my vision. The fire in my chest was turning into an icy vacuum, pulling my soul toward the floor. I could hear Marcus laughing in the distance, oblivious to the fact that his world was ending twenty feet away. I forced my eyes to stay open, forced my shattered nervous system to give me one last surge of defiance. I reached out, my fingers catching the hem of her dress, staining the bright yellow fabric with the dark smudge of my desperation. "Lurii," I rasped, the words tasting like copper and bile. My voice was a ghostly shadow of itself, but the promise behind it was absolute.

Silence crashes around us. Because if a being beyond existence is afraid Then whatever just woke up is beyond even it Far out in the endless void Two enormous eyes open And reality itself begins to shake.

Around the body, the eight entities gather. Rage and Madness twist together in a corona of burning red distortion. Lesser Emptiness bleeds holes through the air. Anti-Existence devours light itself. Despair thickens the atmosphere until breathing feels optional. Echo turns every footstep into thunder. Decay wrinkles the ground into ruin. Silence snaps bonds between us, I feel my connection to Alistair flicker like a failing wire. And Hunger, finally unleashed, consumes everything torn from the world, feeding the construction. Confluence stands near the crater’s edge, staring upward.

The world had no sound, no air, no light. Only the fracture, Sera fell into it without falling, suspended in something that wasn’t darkness but absence, an endless absence so vast it scraped the marrow from her bones. Her body was gone. Her breath was gone. Her scream was gone, And yet… she existed. A thousand voices whispered, threads of shadow weaving into her soul. You are us. We are you. You were born of this. You are not flesh. You are fracture.

The end of Michael's current sentence brought Summer back to the present with a startling crash. "Death?" Summer repeated aloud looking to Michael. Nodding Michael smiled viciously, the blood lust in his eyes was clear as day and sent a chill throughout Summer's body. "If they won't submit, their only other option is death for the entire group." Michael spoke as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Although, in his world it actually was. "And you're sure you don't want me to call Taylor and Reggie." Summer asked again.

Everything disappeared from my sight, leaving only blinding white light, which scorched my eyes. ‘’You are being punished for playing with the power which should never be in human hands. Your hun* souls will be cursed, and you won’t be able to find peace. You will be cursed to repeat your miserable life while the other parts of your soul die in great misfortune unable to find happiness both in life and death.’’ The dread coming from these words was enough to make me forget the horrible pain. This sounded so familiar but, at the same time, so strange. I didn’t have time to think, though. The pain slowly disappeared together with the lighting, and somebody’s voice was floating in my mind.

Laughter- low and crawling, like something dragged from a grave- echoed. “You’re standing inside my soul, boy. This is my world. My domain.” The figures convulsed. Limbs cracked as they turned their attention to us, their soulless gazes flicking toward me. Lucian raised his blade. “Then I’ll cut through your damn soul.” The first creature lunged.

He sat down beside me, staring at the dark sky with me. "Not exactly in the mood to party. Kinda want some alone time." I looked down, realizing how I probably sounded sad and pitiful when I said that. A teenage girl who prefers to look at the stars and be left alone on her 17th birthday instead of having fun. Great. Also kinda cliché, something that happens a lot in the movies.

The thick liquid is so sweet, but it can hurt your throat Imagine someone sipping and then realizing that is fake taste Turn bitter, and then become poison It is said that someone lost a pair of wings His control was shattered into pieces like glass which fell on a rock It is said that someone fell and turned into a fragile spider thread They are honey that become irreplaceable poisons, like evil and mastering evil One day someone gave up, he stood in the middle of absolute loneliness The blazing beam above the crown almost burned him alive Suddenly raindrops trickled painfully, causing him to fall deeper Awareness of the world is pitying a young angel; paralysis of body and soul They take t