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I’m breaking down.
All the walls have fallen
And I’ve lost all sense of time
Everything means nothing
But I can’t find a way out, or the lie
That’s left me here unheard
Hearing emptiness
Pathetic, am I
Crying tears that are dry
And my eyes burn like the sand that’s in them
And my heart burns like indigestion
And I feel the need to blow up right now
Before this fire burns me from the inside out
Don’t count me out.
I’m still fighting, aren’t I
Aren’t I close enough to touch
Nothing’s there forever
But close enough is too much, and too late
Everyone that stares
Blind that they may be
Sightless, you say
Hearing silence of day
And my ears ring with the liberty bells
And my head rings as it starts to swell
And I have to make these feelings back down
Before this silence shakes my body to the ground
The abuse my mind feeds me is the flesh that I know
My torture is illusion that eludes me so well
Keep me hidden in my bed, keep me trapped inside my head
I will write for you
Make you safe from insane
All the walls have fallen
And I’ve lost all sense of time
Everything means nothing
But I can’t find a way out, or the lie
That’s left me here unheard
Hearing emptiness
Pathetic, am I
Crying tears that are dry
And my eyes burn like the sand that’s in them
And my heart burns like indigestion
And I feel the need to blow up right now
Before this fire burns me from the inside out
Don’t count me out.
I’m still fighting, aren’t I
Aren’t I close enough to touch
Nothing’s there forever
But close enough is too much, and too late
Everyone that stares
Blind that they may be
Sightless, you say
Hearing silence of day
And my ears ring with the liberty bells
And my head rings as it starts to swell
And I have to make these feelings back down
Before this silence shakes my body to the ground
The abuse my mind feeds me is the flesh that I know
My torture is illusion that eludes me so well
Keep me hidden in my bed, keep me trapped inside my head
I will write for you
Make you safe from insane
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The Letter
Of me it always gets the better
A reminder of what you once were
It will stick to me no what what will occur
A piece of parper with so much meaning
A memory of the smile beaming
The memories tend to flow
It will always be a comfort to know
The degree of happiness that came
Of how you took my heart to claim
You may be distant from my heart
But the paper gives my day a start
The words you wrote are slowly fading
My mind is always one you're raiding
The moonlilght still shines below
Gleaming memories from a freshly fallen snow
The summer nights still remind me of the night
When your smile pierced through with an angel's light
No matter how
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...
fine then, just leave me alone
let me rot in this "shithole" existence
you don't like it?
well it's none of your business
try to turn me around
put me on "the right path"?
it won't work
you haven't experienced such wrath
and then experienced the everlasting calm
but you'll never understand
all you know is the bad
all you remember is sad
i'm sorry you felt the need to cut me off
it's a real shame
and you weren't even involved
as if our friendship was a game
well i miss your friendship
you hurt me just as badly
as the one you criticize
still, i would renew our bond, gladly
if you weren't this way or that
stubborn, hard headed
just open you
Literature
Letter's from Luceal
June 6th
It's been a year. A whole year, has gone and went in a blink of an eye. Damn.
I didn't really want to start writing. I think it's kind of stupid, but Hope talked me into it. Say's it'll be good to get stuff of my chest.
I don't even know why I'm writing these. It's not like your ever going to get them. Not like I'm ever going to send them.
Still, Hope says I should write down what happened. Holy Hell a year. I've been gone a year.
Damn I don't know where to start.
I asked Hope. He says to start from the beginning, but I don't really know where that is.
Did I ever tell you about my life before we met? Before Az brought me back?
I
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This was written in high school. I'll leave it's interpretation up to the reader.
© 2006 - 2024 MacElf
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