ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
A devilish grin splits on her face,
As she continues with an uneven pace.
Her heart broken, infinitely dead,
So she clambers back to her creaking bed.
Only to think, only to ponder,
But then her mind begins to wander.
Clutching a knife in her pale grip,
She treads down the stairs,
Halfway down, she falls, a trip,
It cuts her flesh, but nobody cares.
A disjointed frown, she wears an expression,
At least she has learnt, discovered a lesson.
But alas, she is already dying,
No use for sorrow, no time for crying.
No blood, no bruise, a clean cut,
Her life supply, her support shut.
Laying still, lifeless, alone,
Although it was all her gruesome fault,
But she doesn't event utter a moan,
Now she just waits for her beat to halt.
As she continues with an uneven pace.
Her heart broken, infinitely dead,
So she clambers back to her creaking bed.
Only to think, only to ponder,
But then her mind begins to wander.
Clutching a knife in her pale grip,
She treads down the stairs,
Halfway down, she falls, a trip,
It cuts her flesh, but nobody cares.
A disjointed frown, she wears an expression,
At least she has learnt, discovered a lesson.
But alas, she is already dying,
No use for sorrow, no time for crying.
No blood, no bruise, a clean cut,
Her life supply, her support shut.
Laying still, lifeless, alone,
Although it was all her gruesome fault,
But she doesn't event utter a moan,
Now she just waits for her beat to halt.
Literature
Bringer of the Night
Bringer of the Night:
Born from the kiss of a goddess
And drenched in the cauldron of lies.
He emerged as a being of entropy
Bearing the mark of flies...
His wings were made from crow-like feathers
Black as the dust of the night.
His fangs were laden with horrid infection
Made from the stone of blight.
A single bite, was poison enough
And soon they began to change...
The children loved by the lady in white
Soon they became deranged.
Powerful beings of might and magic
They soared through the moonlit sky!
They flew amongst the twinkling stars
But their gift was a burning lie...
Falling to the ground like choking insects
Crawli
Literature
Breathless
I sink to the bottom of the pool
My body and mind fully immersed
Down here there is no one to be cruel
No one to make me feel cursed.
Down here only I exist
No one to disapprove
Down here there are no clenched fists
No one to judge my every move.
Down here I finally feel alive
No more trying to find hope
Down here I finally have the urge to survive
No one telling me how to cope.
Down here I only see beauty
No more scarring of my mind
Down here there is no constant cruelty
No more smiles to try and find.
Down here there is no happiness to feign
No more attempting to make peace
Down here I can feel no pain
No more trying to f
Literature
My Masquerade
~My Masquerade~
For the world I am displayed;
They always watch but cannot see
through my masquerade.
I feel every moment fly;
My heart is beating, pulse racing,
breath held as I lie.
My innocence I can't defend;
I know that surely this will linger
'til my very end.
I brought this all upon myself;
Mask upon mask, lie upon lie
like valueless wealth.
Dare I take these masks off – no!
My former self haunts me
everywhere I go.
False glory, false honor, false fame;
With all these masks I seem to have
forgotten my own name.
Suggested Collections
Featured in Groups
Ah, simple I guess.
Again, quite inspired by Florence + the Machine.
12.Jan.12.
This is my most viewed for some reason!
I don't think this is my best work, but regardless, people must like it!
It's been my most viewed since Christmas-time, but I was yet to say anything about it.
22.Feb.12.
After about two months of being my most-viewed, this was finally overthrown by something I much prefer. More my style, you know? [link]
It's short but sweet.
Again, quite inspired by Florence + the Machine.
12.Jan.12.
This is my most viewed for some reason!
I don't think this is my best work, but regardless, people must like it!
It's been my most viewed since Christmas-time, but I was yet to say anything about it.
22.Feb.12.
After about two months of being my most-viewed, this was finally overthrown by something I much prefer. More my style, you know? [link]
It's short but sweet.
© 2011 - 2024 IPaintRainbows
Comments5
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
This is creepy and a total deja-vu. This piece sounds like something I would write for a sequel for my "The Girl" [link] This is perfect! Sad yes, but perfect.