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Rest In PeaceHeaven has called upon you today,
leaving so many words left to say.
But now it's too late, for your time has come,
words unspoken; I am sure everybody has some.
Regrets and wishes are probably there too,
but lasting forever are memories of you.
I was there when you needed a place to stay,
just like you would be there for me night or day.
There have been many times that we disagreed,
but we were there for each other in time of need.
Now it's time for me to say Good-Bye,
until we meet again in heaven to fly.
LostWho am I kidding?
Apparently everyone. They think I'm happy and I have no problems.
Only I know the real me.
Hiding behind the lies and putting up a false bravado to hold back all the pain inside.
The truth is I don't know if I'm awake or asleep. I don't know if I'm alive or dead. I don't know if I'm bitter or angry.
I still remember the day you told me nothing would change but lately it's been like nothing is the same.
I used to think the problem was you. But now I know that is not true.
The root of all evil is me.
I am my own worst enemy.
Knock myself down constantly.
Always saying to myself
"No you're not good enough for that.,"
"You don't deserve to be happy,"
"Everybody hates you,"
"Why do you even smile,"
"All you do is push people away from you because you're scared,"
"You'll never be nothing but a dope fiend,"
"Nobody will ever know what you mean,"
"You're family is right,"
Listening to myself I feel the sense of drowning.
I'm drowning in
Don't Fuck With MeWhen the smile fades
And the eyes shift
You can bet your ass
Ill satisfy this itch
Dont fuck with me
I will end this
You will beg me
Plead and wish
That I have mercy
When I knock
So count ever second
On your Armageddon clock
Meet The Dark LordCome into the night, meet the dark lord
Others have lost and forsaken you
An unblessed stench within the pit
Forbidden fruit that burdens
Tempted with that which you can not claim
Unholy land that is his dominion
All demons bow before his name
Allow him your body as a vehicle
Alone you will come to serve
In this world it shall come to pass
Ruling the undead from his thrown
Cursed is his name by all mankind
Freshly laid graves in a kingdom
Gaping pits in the darkest depths
Feasting upon the crimson wine
Deliver unto him all that he may take
No longer will you remain a servant in this world
LonelyLoneliness will not save you
Our way of life is gone
Precious memories will fade
Dreams will be denied
Claiming each day to be our freedom
Keeping the light within the frame
Fire runs through our veins
Taking on a life of its own
Slowly driving you insane
A feeling of hate consuming you
Thinking of how you will survive
Reaping what you sow
Feeling satiation yet you hunger
Between the beat and being human
Beauty of the flesh is confusing
No longer seeking the logic in your actions
Reckless, wild in that who you are
Have we to fallen victim
Following a path we did not choose
Craving that which defines our existence
Unable to care for who we are
Triumph and lose come to pass
Unbearable anguish weighs upon our soul
Eternal storms that rage out of control
Never ending journeys through an undying night
Searching for a moment of peace
Time has become my prisonTime has become my prison
Hell within my mind, trapped by reality
Shadows slowly passing by
A mask that reveals nothing
Lost expressions upon ones face
Unable to find falling tears
Only the eyes remain behind the mask
Searching out that of lost souls
I will come to hide my face
Tears I will no longer give up
Only a void left behind the eyes
Taunting a world that devours its own
Consumed by the blood of demons
Living among the creatures
A path that has forgotten fear
Deep within the minds of others, I roam
Whispers from the heart grow silent
Living without that which is missing
Allowing forgiveness to fade away
Seeing past the mask is the only truth
Protected by the emptiness
The cold, dark remains of the past
All become hardened scars
That of truth is only lies told
Behind the dark mask, a dark heart
A soul haunted by mortal days
Fighting to cry out
Searching for a way to escape
A wounded heart falls victim to chaos
Battle will forever be waged
Captives of good and evil
Bound by that o
I am a MouseI am a mouse.
I am quiet, I am nothing.
I am a book that nobody has read.
I am an eclipsed sun and a cloaked moon.
I am irrelevant and unwanted, a broken toy in an attic.
I am the dust in your rear-view mirror that you leave behind.
I am the air that you breathe in and spit out as something different.
I am the palest white. I am the darkest black. I am the dullest, emptiest grey.
I am the old man with forgotten memories and the baby who has yet to make them.
I am a forgotten word, dangling on the tip of your tongue, hanging on the noose of your lips.
I am a dried up stream. I am a felled forest. I am an abandoned cornucopia of resolute nothingness.
And there is Hell burning in my eyes.
PainParalized by the suffering
A shiver down my spine
Images of my past haunt me
No one can save me from this hell
to me you are perfect
I do not know the reasons
for all those scars burning
against your bright skin
you've been soaking
a pain reminiscing from past
we both cannot recollect
yet you are so beautiful..
when night gets darker
and I am the one...
who's hungered to undress
the spirit of you
slowly revealing the layers
coming off from shadows
disguised in desires
craving to be fulfilled
I will caress every corner
of your silhouette
until I figure the true shape
of your heart
I will rub those blisters
softly until every nerve
of you gushes into a river
and you moan into a life
I had promised you
years ago when we began
to breathe into each other
for all the truths
I must swallow
and lessons I must learn
you are the one
I am destined to discover
what it means
to love in perfection
i can't keep walking on these dry-rot bonesoh, i am not a poet;
like the ink scratches
of plath, i am
specter boy: decay,
dispose, & disappoint
because this is the way
that writers wane -
(this hangman head is no
survivor story, & gods
do not burn out
you talk like a travestyoh, mercury boy, you can't
write your way out of this
body or out of this mind;
you can pray like it's high-fashion,
insist you're only burning yourself out
(but tell me - do you feel like a god yet?)
if only for murky mirrors &
silver cicadas caught
in your ribcage, you've
got a knack for decaying
poem for borderlinesif i could concentrate over
seven hundred thousand eyes
at the roof to the numbers stepping
from the nicities & rows
to go back
to the shattered surface
& the ripples beating over the hang
halfway between shallow
biting lips. maybe--
she couldn't have known
that it takes a whole three minutes
for the lungs to
well, maybe she
who, oh well
the white; the haze--
the booming over
the spume and spray
me get out of my head
just pull up the shutters
my tongue the weight to talk
but that's all we'll ever be:
a match burning itself out for
under the backspray of someone else's wheels
Do You Know?Do you know a life of loneliness and one filled with pain
living a life with nothing to gain. Surrounded by darkness
Overwhelmed with shame. A life without peace with no one to blame.
Do you know of a place unseen, a place that holds only shattered dreams, A place filled with sorrow with no end in sight, I am given this gift each and every night.
Do you know of a place so cold, this is the place I call my soul. A place without hope or comforting dreams, a life not worth living wouldn't it seem
Do you know of a life, that should have never been, and the feeling that today, this life has to end. One more day of sadness is much too hard to bare, I am tired of living a life of heart ache and despair.
Do you know a person with so much pain inside, or the feeling of loneliness when no one hears your cries, maybe when the tears are gone, and I can clearly see, the only question left will be..
DO YOU KNOW me
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