Sick of it All

Embrace the silence
'Cause there's nothing that can change the way I feel
Taken all that you wanted
Now there's nothing that can change the way I feel

Hold on, little girl
'Cause the end is soon to come

Sick of it all, sick of it all
We will not follow
They don't understand how
Sick we are, sick we are
Of this bottomless pit of lies
Behind closed eyes

Oceans between us
And there's nothing that can change the way I feel
I can still taste the poison
Every fall, every breath are ways to heal

Hold on, little girl
The end is soon to come

Sick of it all, sick of it all
We will not follow
They don't understand how
Sick we are, sick we are
Of this bottomless pit of lies
Behind closed eyes

Someday you'll know the feeling
Someday the light will break through
And nothing you tell yourself will save us from the truth
Screaming out

Sick of it all, sick of it all
We will not follow
They don't understand how
Sick we are, sick we are
Of this bottomless pit of lies
Behind closed eyes

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She slammed her bedroom door out of frustration after her father had left the room of all of these accusations of her mother having an affair with another man. Amaya was sick of hearing it all! She knew her mother was better than that and her father was just filling her with lies. She put in her headphones and began to draw to vent. Art was the only thing she had to express herself freely and without any judgment. With all the tension going on in the house, she needed therapy and art was the best thing she had.

Once she had finished her drawing, she examined it for a moment. She had drawn a fallen angel sitting on a headstone in a cemetery. She was proud of the results and put it down beside her bed before plopping down on the bed and sighing to herself. Even though she had gotten must of her frustration out of her through the drawing, there was still a little something clinging within her and hoped to sleep it off. So, with her headphones still plugged in, she closed eyes for a moment to relax before sleep could take a hold of her.

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Her mind was dark and barren. All she could see was darkness. "Hello? Is anyone here?" She asked with her voice echoing throughout her subconscious. This was really creepy. It felt so eerie in her mind. What had happened to bright things of her childhood? Did they die off as things crumbled in her family? "Hello?" She called out again as the loneliness of her mind was taking a hold of her. "Hello, child." She heard a dark version of her voice reply to her from behind. She turned around to see that there was a dull light within her mind now that turned it from black to a grey color. When she turned around to see who spoke to her, her eyes went wide.

It was herself! Except, different. This version of herself was darker and scarier looking with black demon wings with feathered fingers, wolf ears that were pointed in at the top to look like devil horns, crimson colored spikes along her back and down to the tip of her wolf tail that had black flame markings at the bottom half of it, an arrow pointed dragon tail, long sharp black claws, black flame markings on her face and neck and bloody crimson red colored eyes and was sitting down. "Wh-who are you?" Amaya asked in fear and shock. The darker version of herself chuckled. "Why, I am you, child." She smirked, exposing long and sharp fangs in her mouth. "You can't be! I don't look like you." She shivered at the sight of her.

She cackled loudly at her. "Foolish child! I am." She said as she stood up and continued. "I am your darker self- demon form, if you will." Amaya started to quiver from the sound of that. "D-demon form...?" She gulped. "Yes! Didn't you know you had one?" Her demon self asked as she stepped towards her. Amaya shook her head. "I... I don't know much of my family's bloodline." She said quietly as the demon began to circle her. "Now, now. You don't need to know about that bloodline nonsense. It's obvious that your fallen angel blood would give me to you, but also, I am you when your anger, frustration, sadness, depression, rage, and blood lust controls you."

"What...?" Amaya asked shyly. This couldn't be happening! Sure she knew she had pent up emotions, but was this the result of them? Or was this more? "Yes! I only come out when your emotions get the best of you, but I can come in handy, though." She grinned deviously at her. "How?" She asked her while raising an eyebrow. Amaya was growing skeptical of this. "But of course!" She assured her. "I will increase your strength, speed and heighten your senses." She explained. But there was more to it, and Amaya knew it. "What else is there?" She asked. Her demon self stopped right in front of her and grinned. "That, you will find out in due time, child." She said with a hint of a hiss in her voice before vanishing into the darkness.

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Some vent art I worked on last night that was inspired by the lyrics of Evanescence's Sick. This will probably be one of my favorite songs off the new album And also with a preview of what is to come later on in my story, Run Away I'm getting off of my writer's block, so

Enjoy~

(c)- Me

Media: Pencils: 6B, 5B, 3B, 2B, B and H