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~White Crow~
You decayed under my kiss,
my tongue caught between your teeth,
my lips wrapped around them as though flesh were there still.
Don't forsake me,
I feel my own mortal coil coming undone,
We're just kindred spirits who hoped to survive in a godless world.
If you earned your wings today, I wonder,
could you bear the cutting, pinching,
threading, pulling, bleeding, stitching,
pain that would be involved in attaching an angel's wings?
What did you think it would be like?
I bet you thought they would just sprout,
Nothing comes from nothing, we know,
It's a small price to pay to be able to wander in paradise.
I believe in god, you didn't have to, but I do
I didn't used to until I met you,
it helped me realize there had to be something controlling fate,
in the most unpredictable way.
Time did to your skin like cracks in porcelain,
Memories left a messy trail in the heart,
They fought back strong when oppressed,
as they felt threatened that they would be forgotten.
I let go of a healthy mind and grief took me before long,
I lost myself somewhere down the stairs,
and let myself fall apart just beyond the door,
Though I still possessed the will to be kind.
White Crow © J-Goth/Amanda P.
You decayed under my kiss,
my tongue caught between your teeth,
my lips wrapped around them as though flesh were there still.
Don't forsake me,
I feel my own mortal coil coming undone,
We're just kindred spirits who hoped to survive in a godless world.
If you earned your wings today, I wonder,
could you bear the cutting, pinching,
threading, pulling, bleeding, stitching,
pain that would be involved in attaching an angel's wings?
What did you think it would be like?
I bet you thought they would just sprout,
Nothing comes from nothing, we know,
It's a small price to pay to be able to wander in paradise.
I believe in god, you didn't have to, but I do
I didn't used to until I met you,
it helped me realize there had to be something controlling fate,
in the most unpredictable way.
Time did to your skin like cracks in porcelain,
Memories left a messy trail in the heart,
They fought back strong when oppressed,
as they felt threatened that they would be forgotten.
I let go of a healthy mind and grief took me before long,
I lost myself somewhere down the stairs,
and let myself fall apart just beyond the door,
Though I still possessed the will to be kind.
White Crow © J-Goth/Amanda P.
Literature
We Are Already Ghosts
Heart rate monitors show
Minimal signs of life
But no more and no less
Than of a parasite
Feeding from a life-force
That's greater than itself
We are the lost children
In need of some help
X-ray images show
The absence of a heart
Incapable of love
We are ready to depart
All these forgotten girls
And all these forgotten boys
Together we will feel
The emptiness, the void
As MRI scans show
We have beautiful minds
Just no memory recall
Of any happy times
It's too little, too late
These words are verbose
We've long since departed
We are already ghosts
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
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
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Hi!....this is really strong...i think your writing in general is getting stronger, quicker to the point, just my 2 cents (also, it would be a killer metal song )