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"What are you afraid of in life?"
"Myself."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean,
I don't like heights.
I don't like being alone in the dark.
I don't like uncertainty.
But it's my thoughts that kill me.
My hands that hurt me.
My words that break me.
My teeth that pierce me.
My body that's constantly hating itself.
My mind is broken.
I'm broken.
And oh,
how terrifying it is,
Oh, how terrifying I am.
"Myself."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean,
I don't like heights.
I don't like being alone in the dark.
I don't like uncertainty.
But it's my thoughts that kill me.
My hands that hurt me.
My words that break me.
My teeth that pierce me.
My body that's constantly hating itself.
My mind is broken.
I'm broken.
And oh,
how terrifying it is,
Oh, how terrifying I am.
Literature
The Words That Never Come
How many bones must I swallow,
how many ghosts must I drink,
before the taste of you recedes
with the tide’s heartbeat – cruel and brutal –
pounding cobwebs against the shores of our memories?
The moonlight washes your footprints away,
and I am left alone – standing in the wake of your storm –
waiting, waiting, waiting
for the words I need the most – the words that never come.
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You
I know I'm supposed to be the stronger one.
The one who walks away and leaves things as they are.
But I keep feelin this rope pulling tighter and tighter around my heart.
You know what, it's all because of you.
I put you on a throne.
I believed that I could entrust my heart to you.
You place lies on your tongue as if they were the air you breath.
You don't even know.
Born of wild thorns and severe burns.
You walk as if the world is burning at your feet.
Spewing words of sacred vows and strong views.
You tend to leave everyone else behind.
So the pain I feel is real.
It's a mistake I made.
But it is still all your fault.
You and how fake yo
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Excuse Me
~Fantasies~
Strength, clarity, progression, nor want; these you do have!
He's perfect, he is all you want in this lifetime;
He's too good, he is all that destroys you
Forego his lash; wounds healed painfully; wounds that cut deep and unnoticeably thin.
One more chance, you beg of him for;
One more try, you plead with him for.
The things he does leaves not; but the taste of rot and ash.
Please, do say, you worship him but;
Please, you say, if that's okay with him.
He is no deity for he has, and once again, shall sin.
In his face you see the person of your dreams, all you hope and wish for, but;
In his ways you see the problems with you
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