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Death Metal
I might just
explode.
it's pretty nearly not impossible any longer if you know what
I mean.
maybe I'm just a rambling, tumbling soul;
cascading through the brambles.
But I've always kept my thorns close.
they cut to the soul more quickly
in the event of an emergency.
you know?
But that's not the path that is wise.
I know it's not the wisepath.
but when my heart is knocking on the front door
pounding away like it was born to be
a drummer in a heavy metal band
and not this stupid organ
that moves a puppet through it's motions,
when every fiber of my being screams to be saved and drowned all at once
screams to tear down the plastic wrap facade
Literature
murderer
you died,
five days after
you said you loved me.
i think it was
my heart which killed you.
perhaps
you just didn't fit
with my bones,
the clavicle, i think.
or maybe it was
something you said,
and the black hole
of my heart
swallowed you.
you died then,
i believe;
even though
we both clung on
(for just awhile.)
we parted at christmas.
and i buried you
in the ground
of my heart.
i think it happened
on the third day;
when i killed you,
i mean.
you said
you wanted to
learn to love me
soon.
you lied.
so much for
a death wish.
Literature
Preserve Me
Red like roses flow
its time to say goodbye.
For this is the day
where not even the words of hope
can get me out of here.
This hell inside.
For death is simple and clean
and only love can preserve me.
Trying something new, at 4am, yup yup.
I kinda want to try and preform this as spoken word, but hmmm.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aWx_Pu…
I kinda want to try and preform this as spoken word, but hmmm.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aWx_Pu…
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