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One second changes everything
And leaves one more bitter sting
I’ve given up on the outside world
With all the foolishness it hurled
Filling me with hatred and rage
Will only weaken my iron cage
I lost my mind and heart on Thursday
My body gave out the next Sunday
The soul disintegrated on Monday
What a solitary life I lead
I’m left to watch myself bleed
My fate was decided for me
But I let myself give in willingly
Time slits my thin-spun life
With the tip of his golden knife
Among the shadows I will fade
Condemned like deadly nightshade
Every action costs me someone else’s favor
All I’m left with are the black fruits of my labor
Their taste is an escape I can never savor
Like maidens haunted by a Belladonna’s magic
My existence has become extremely tragic
And the only thing I can do is let myself panic
I lost my body and soul on Thursday
My hope ran out the following Sunday
The poison took effect on Monday
What a solitary life I lead
I’m left to watch myself bleed
My fate was decided for me
But I let myself give in willingly
Time slits my thin-spun life
With the tip of his golden knife
Among the shadows I will fade
Condemned like deadly nightshade
Hot as hare, blind as bat, dry as bone, and left alone
Red as a beet, mad as a hatter, and replaced by a clone
I lost my temper and control on Thursday
My optimism withered away on Sunday
The final bridge burned down on Monday
What a solitary life I lead
I’m left to watch myself bleed
My fate was decided for me
But I let myself give in willingly
Time slits my thin-spun life
With the tip of his golden knife
Among the shadows I will fade
Condemned like deadly nightshade
One touch and the volcano erupts…
And leaves one more bitter sting
I’ve given up on the outside world
With all the foolishness it hurled
Filling me with hatred and rage
Will only weaken my iron cage
I lost my mind and heart on Thursday
My body gave out the next Sunday
The soul disintegrated on Monday
What a solitary life I lead
I’m left to watch myself bleed
My fate was decided for me
But I let myself give in willingly
Time slits my thin-spun life
With the tip of his golden knife
Among the shadows I will fade
Condemned like deadly nightshade
Every action costs me someone else’s favor
All I’m left with are the black fruits of my labor
Their taste is an escape I can never savor
Like maidens haunted by a Belladonna’s magic
My existence has become extremely tragic
And the only thing I can do is let myself panic
I lost my body and soul on Thursday
My hope ran out the following Sunday
The poison took effect on Monday
What a solitary life I lead
I’m left to watch myself bleed
My fate was decided for me
But I let myself give in willingly
Time slits my thin-spun life
With the tip of his golden knife
Among the shadows I will fade
Condemned like deadly nightshade
Hot as hare, blind as bat, dry as bone, and left alone
Red as a beet, mad as a hatter, and replaced by a clone
I lost my temper and control on Thursday
My optimism withered away on Sunday
The final bridge burned down on Monday
What a solitary life I lead
I’m left to watch myself bleed
My fate was decided for me
But I let myself give in willingly
Time slits my thin-spun life
With the tip of his golden knife
Among the shadows I will fade
Condemned like deadly nightshade
One touch and the volcano erupts…
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Breaking the Schedual
Wake up, Shower, brush teeth, get dressed, make breakfast, bring mom food; she won't get up, wake up Sophie, feed her, get her ready (be quiet, we don't want to wake up dad), pack our lunches, take the back door (dad was hung-over in the front room), take Sophie to grade school, go to high school, Math, Science, Religion (what a bunch of crap), Lunch, Art, leave as fast as possible, pick up Sophie; mom never will, take her home (we can use the front door, dad's already at the bar), make supper, help Sophie with her homework, put her to bed, do own homework (in my room; dad comes home at eleven), go to bed, let Sophie crawl into my bed (anothe
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november14th.
i never had an actual birthday where i could sit back and reflect on what the world has given me thus far. i've never had the teenager-themed "surprise parties" and the traditional gift-giving, pinata-hitting, pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey slash spinthebottle games that dash away reality for the given special day. sunsets and silhouette dreams that smash reality into confetti and funfetti-half ass made birthday cake with the number of ages presented into falling-apart icing. i never understood why society would celebrate a passing year when ultimately the person is getting closer to growing into obligations of responsibilities.
but for mothers
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breaking
My heart beats
like a sea
raging of a hurricane over me
My lungs burn
of the heat
by the rising thoughts that were killing me
and lives are thrown
and I’m fading in the breeze
and souls are blown
here I’m burning like a sheet
now all are gone
so spit all your love and hold me
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your heart feels
like a flame
burning so bad made the pain
your mind is a slipknot
giving me a grin or giving not
and lives are thrown
you have wrote me a fucking dot
now souls are blown
and I have spilled off all my blood
so all are gone
now I’m nodding with the clock
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Here is the next song I have written for my project. I finished it yesterday after having worked on it for a few days on and off. Sorry it took me so long to crank this one out. I have been in Mexico on vacation and I have been spending time with family so I haven't had much time to write. I hope you like it.
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