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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
A message to the brokenYou drown yourself
in liquid sorrows,
letting the salty mess
burn your wounds,
and the sadness
to drip in your mouth,
consuming your words
and you say
you deserve the pain,
but I want to dry your face,
and whisper in your ear
how the clouds cry too,
while they hold such beauty,
and so do you.
It's Okay to be ImperfectThe moon
Stand Against SuicideI know the pain is perhaps unbearable,
But darling, please put down the blade.
Release your emotions through tears and smiles,
Rather than dreading these days.
Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there,
Or for the boy whose father drank too much.
For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school,
Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch.
For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed,
Thinking, why can’t it all be done?
For the elderly man looking up at the stars,
Counting the days one by one.
Do it for the children who wonder, does it end?
For the ones who feel left on their own.
For the ones who think, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard
If I didn’t feel so left alone.
And finally, do it for one other person,
The person in front of these words.
Because you’ll never know how it gets better
When focusing on pain and hurt.
Live one more day, dear, for them and for you,
And I swear to you, problems will fade.
I know, for right now, it’s p
I Thought I Needed FeminismI thought I needed feminism, when I was a little girl.
And I am very sad to admit, that this wasn't very long ago.
I thought when he held the door open for me, that he was making a big mistake.
That he was being a pompous ass, and he took my strength for a fake.
And when he offered to pay my tab, I still called him an ass.
Because I thought he assumed I was poor, and below middle class.
Or when his hard work earned him a promotion,
yet I did nothing, and the boss' ignorance to promote me, I believed was a sexist notion.
My friend really wanted feminism when she found her ex-dead drunk,
removed his clothes, and without his consent, had a pleasurable fuck.
When her parents bust into the room unexpected that night,
she said he raped her, and he was arrested without so much as a fight.
Perhaps feminism was there when I walked out into the street in pure nudity,
and shouted the my neighbors “You have no right to judge me!”
I didn't care about the children who were standing in th
These Faded KeysOf all the keys I click
As we speak each day,
It's the back arrow
That's faded most
These white letters
Would surely tell you,
I reply to everything -
But the key reading "enter"
Will be the one to explain
Why it still looks new
I want you to know
Just how much I care,
But I don't want to be close
Out of the fear of losing you
But please remember:
I dedicate these words to you,
Sharing them to the world
Rather than clicking away
At the faded key ~
Echoes we are like
in the middle
but not quite
what we truly
Tonight, I finished a roll of toilet paper
that I had started
a month, 8 days,
two hours, and 21 minutes ago.
Its genesis, June 11th,
one of the worst nights of my life,
I took a roll from my small bathroom,
and silently tucked it under my arm.
I couldn't let my girls know.
They couldn't know
I was going to use this as my broom.
They couldn't know
that I swept my shattered heart
under my bed.
And I wept.
My pillow taking my abuse,
my suffocation and my attacks.
My fingers squeezing it for dear life
and my knuckles as I punched it,
imagining it was her.
Then hugging it.
I only cried that hard
when I was about 6.
She was gone.
And so was I.
I cried every night
which would've marked
our 7-month anniversary.
And in the late days of that month,
I lied to myself.
And for that,
I regret every moment.
I wasn't ready.
At least I stopped it,
before we drowned each other
like the last woman.
Two weeks lat
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
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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