So here's the second song in My Life In Song. I hope you like it! This time it's about Ulquiorra, or the Ulquiorra of my AU universe. R&R please!

Dehumanized

Ulquiorra Schiffer/ Ulquiorra Verion Saiyzar Castiel Murceilago Morningstar

Lost in Slumber,

Afraid of no one

I open my eyes briefly before they flutter shut. I slip back into sleep unafraid of anything or anyone.

Weak and Humbled in my disgrace.

When I wake again, I see an authoritic man with brown hair and chocolate eyes looking down at me. My eyes begin to close once again, but he doesn't want that. He yanks up my head roughly by my hair. It hurts but I've felt worse. "What's your name, newborn arrancar?"

"My name is Ulquiorra Schiffer."

He lets go. I lay my head back down and curse my momentary weakness. He smirks and says, "Welcome to the Espada, Number Four, Ulquiorra Schiffer."

Sweet Departure is what I long for

Careless Moments to comfort me

"My dearest espada, I wish for you to meet the new cuarto espada, Ulquiorra Verion Schiffer." A chorus of welcomes bombard me. A scoff from a whitish haired man angers me, and if it were not for the control I've harnessed over the years, I would have pounded his face in. But my mother taught me better than that. "What's wrong, Barragon?" Lord Aizen asks, menace clear in his voice.

"I mean no disrespect, Lord Aizen, but how powerful can this whelp really be?"

I growl lowly in my throat, and my irises flash from acid green to blood red. I keep my head tilted downward. I do not want them to see my shame. I hiss in a breath and fall forwards into an uncaring arrancars arms.

Dead Philosophy…

If I offer you my Soul will you carry me away?

My feet carry me to the woods. Something seems familiar and off to me. A rustling behind me alerts my senses and I whirl around instinctively. I don't see anything but a haunting of familiarity resonates kin my head.

I come back to Violetta's and my camp to find her still upon the ground. And within moments I'm underneath the monster again. And its fangs pierce my throat's flesh.

I cannot be the only one to be Dehumanized again

Left Behind

My eyes open again at last; pain lancing through my chest. I cry out in agony as I try to stand up. "Violetta!" I croak and attempt to get closer to my sister. "Violetta." I reach down to pull her into my embrace. But another flair of pain lashes out within me.

That's when she opens her eyes, red, bloody red crimson. "Violetta, no." I wail as she latches onto my throat. I don't fight back; I can't. So instead I slip into the darkness of an evil angels wings.

Too determined to be Forgotten

Noting left to Enrapture me

"Ulquiorra, wake up!" a voice shouts, and I'm shaken from slumber. I open my eyes slowly; the fear from the nightmare still imminent in my eyes. I close them again, shaking from my death memory. Arms wrap around me, placing my face against the person, no arrancar. "It's okay, Ulquiorra. I've got you," a man's voice says softly in my ear.

I open my yes. The man holding me has pink hair and bronze eyes hidden behind his glasses. "Szayzel Aporro Grantz?"

"Yes," he says; a smile peaking upon his lips. "Ulquiorra," he grows serious then, "Can you tell me what you were dreaming of?"

"Why?" I ask suddenly afraid.

"Because you were screaming for a person, Violetta."

Hard and Silent

Softly Breaking

"She was my baby sister." I grow silent as stone on the outside. But on the inside I'm wailing for the little one I lost.

"I understand. She killed you didn't she?" I whimper softly and mutter a yes. He links his arms around me and whispers, "It's alright, Ulquiorra. You're safe now. You're safe now."

Over time I grew cold and unfeeling to most. A cold indifferent mask adorning my face. The tears from my nightmare linger on my cheeks as a reminder to my pain.

Szayzel was the only one to see the true me. He was, after all my best friend, since my nightmare. He's the one who figured out I'm a Halfling vampire and feeds me regularly. But of course had to change. He couldn't feed me every time I went into bloodlust.

Then Aizen-sama told me to kidnap the human, Orihime Inoue.

No Beloved to comfort me

Dead Philosophy…

"Uhh… Ulquiorra," she starts as I begin to walk out of the room.

"Yes?" I inquire with my infamous monotone.

"Why are you so cold to everyone. I asked Mr. Grantz and he said you weren't always like this."

"Bastard…" I grumble under my breath.

"What did you say, U'ra?" My eyes open wide as I turn back and they flash red with anger. 'Does it have to do with, Violetta?"

I grab a hold of her arms and push her into the wall. She lets out a small cry of pain, but I don't care. I want to know. "Where did you learn that name?" My fangs elongate as I speak.

"From, Mr. Grantz. He mentioned her when I asked," she cries out, frightened. I drop her then.

"I am sorry for how have acted, Miss Inoue, but she is a secret that must stay with me." Without further ado, I walk outside and head to Szayzel's lab. I am kind of hungry.

If I offer you my Soul would you carry me away?

I cannot be the only one to be Dehumanized again

I throw open my friends door, startling hi enough that he drops the vile he was holding. The floor starts to smolder; smoke rises from the scorch marks. He sighs and says, "What's wrong, Ulquiorra? Sexual frustration getting to you again?"

"What? No! You told Orihime about Violetta. If she knows that then Lord Aizen could find out. And if he knows then he could use her against me." I close my eyes and remember the horrific events of that night. But when my mind relays the meeting with the shadowed face of the angel my fear dissipates.

Left Behind

The memory leaves and I sit down abruptly. Szayzel curls his arm around me, but no matter how hard he tries, I feel alone, left behind. And that night as I slept, my childhood haunted me.

Feel the Determination built into my mind

Your never going to find Me

Stupid boy, your mother's nothing but a whore. You are nothing!" my father screams at me whilst beating me till I'm bruised and broken. But I never utter a sound. I'm too determined to be broken down by this and when the time comes Violetta and I will get away.

'And you will never find us.' I think with my teeth clenched to whether the pain.

I'll wipe the world away

Your Face it will remind me

Of just how much I had to Leave

An alarm sounds awakening me from my slumber. The ryoka from the worlds of the living have come to take Orihime from us. I don't want that, she reminds me of my sister in a good way.

"Enclose, Murceilago." I say without a hint of inflection in my voice.

"Be wary little one," m zanpactou says as her power envelopes me in darkness. "I'll win and protect this place. I have no need to be afraid."

'It's because of Orihime, isn't it?' I growl but don't answer, we both know the answer.

"Getsuga Tensho! The ryoka's attack catches my attention, and I dodge as quickly as I can. I narrow my eyes and throw my wing out, flinging him into a tower. My eyes flicker over to Orihime and instantly I'm reminded of the sister I lost again.

This isn't good.

If I offer you my Soul would you carry me away?

I cannot be the only one to be Dehumanized again

The black- cloaked shinigami/hollow hybrid growls with me pinned underneath him. "I am going to lose, Mura!" I cry inside my mind. 'No, no, mo!

'It will be alright little one.'

'I do not want to be one of the monsters again. Hollows are no better than vampires.'

'You won't be a hollow again, little bat.' Her voice grows soft s between the shinigami and the newly arrived visord woman, I'm beaten into submission.

Said if I offer you my Soul could you carry me away?

I cannot be the only one to be Dehumanized again

Left Behind

Into My Mind…

I reach out to the human woman with a sense of finality and immediate peace. As I drift away into spirit particles, one thought resonates in my mind. 'Thank you, Orihime.' A ghost of a smile flitters across my face then I'm gone.

Darkness, all darkness. "Murceilago?" I cry out suddenly afraid.

"I'm here Ulquiorra. I've always been here." Suddenly her cryptic voice makes sense.

"Mom?

She steps out of the darkness, her acid green eyes sparkling, bright and shining against her ivory face. Her black hair cascades around her face not unlike my own.

But one thing disrupts her old image in my mind. But this things suit her more than I could have imagined. "Shall we go home, my son, my little nyphilim?" she asks, petting my head and startling me from my comparison of the past and now.

"Yeah, let's go home." She wraps her emerald angel l wings around me and together we leave for out true home, departing from this life.