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~Unsound Remains~
I taste blood where your wreckage lay,
I've marked it all over your skin,
as reminders that you're no good,
and neither am I.
Wandering through the wreck,
not knowing what I'm searching for,
it all wraps around me,
as it tries to bring itself together.
Trapped inside you,
Can't get over,
Can't go under,
Can't get through,
Why would I want to?
It hurts to say,
your voice sounds so far from in here,
I wish you were here,
Being consumed is lonely.
I want to crawl up your chest and touch your heart,
go on up to your throat and hear your voice,
get to your eyes,
and see the world through them.
I'll hold you together from inside,
despite yearning for the things that I miss,
hoping that you could live to see them,
it's all still yours to burn.
Unsound Remains © J-Goth/Amanda P.
I taste blood where your wreckage lay,
I've marked it all over your skin,
as reminders that you're no good,
and neither am I.
Wandering through the wreck,
not knowing what I'm searching for,
it all wraps around me,
as it tries to bring itself together.
Trapped inside you,
Can't get over,
Can't go under,
Can't get through,
Why would I want to?
It hurts to say,
your voice sounds so far from in here,
I wish you were here,
Being consumed is lonely.
I want to crawl up your chest and touch your heart,
go on up to your throat and hear your voice,
get to your eyes,
and see the world through them.
I'll hold you together from inside,
despite yearning for the things that I miss,
hoping that you could live to see them,
it's all still yours to burn.
Unsound Remains © J-Goth/Amanda P.
Literature
It Came From The Dark
It Came From The Dark:
Amongst the ashes, swirling from the darkness of the pit,
Emerged a hand, dragging a battered body across the rocks.
Blood leaked from the wounds so callously self-inflicted,
And teeth ground with a focused determination and seething anger.
It cared not for the warm rubies - staining the jagged rocks,
It cared not for the sensation of pain...
All that it remembered was a dream, An obsession -
One that drove it ever higher; ignoring all else!
Eventually it emerged from this shadowy hole, this dreary depth,
And in that moment, it learned of the truth.
For this creature, denied sunlight and warmth -
was me...
Literature
Thoughts
I'm so sick of not being perfect
I'm sick of hurting people
I'm tired of doing nothing right
I'm tired of holding back
Let me scream
Let me lash out
Let me show you the other side of me
And try telling me you still know me
Everything confined inside
It builds until I almost burst
My eyes grow heavy
My fingers claw at my arms
Tear out my hair
Twitch for the blade
I hold back
But I can only hold so much
Then I do it again
I screw up
I hurt
I break
And I fall again
Self-loathing is almost a comfort
I often wonder why
Why am I this way
Why am I messed up
Answers won't be found
I'm sick of hating myself
I'm sick of hidin
Literature
Silence
Silence is the slowest form of suicide
Silence is what keeps us apart
Silence is the scream that everyone shouts
Silence is the lost dream we all have
Silence is the blood we all have spilled
Silence is what keeps us together
Silence is god in the air
Silence is the death you can bear
Silence is the reason you care
Silence is what creeps upon you at night
Silence is the chills in your spine
Silence is the reason
And the only reason
Why you haven't said these words yourself
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