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sinner
_______
everything's so loud that i cannot hear
i've reached out and need to know you're close and near
my world is broken cause i see it that way
it is another sin and another day
how do i choose which path and which door
i'm scared
i have never been this age before
i've seen so much and i'm here to remember
i've just forgot to look because of my anger
what makes me so strong
makes me so weak
it was just one string and i've begun to fall
there are those that speak of grace
yet i've stood there and watched Hell in front me
and it is a face
and i refuse to see
i am so ashamed of what i am suppposed to be
there are promises
i just haven't been able to keep
i try reach behind to grab what was once there and mine
i still cannot grasp what once allowed me to shine
i feel the need to bend my head to the ground
penance is expected and its pound for pound
it is my desire for you is what keeps me here
i deserve you
anyone against will know my fear
i always hunger for a taste that is yours
i want it all and i envy those that manage to keep theirs
i am just so tired
and i don't want to fight
and if i am damned just please let me be
_______
everything's so loud that i cannot hear
i've reached out and need to know you're close and near
my world is broken cause i see it that way
it is another sin and another day
how do i choose which path and which door
i'm scared
i have never been this age before
i've seen so much and i'm here to remember
i've just forgot to look because of my anger
what makes me so strong
makes me so weak
it was just one string and i've begun to fall
there are those that speak of grace
yet i've stood there and watched Hell in front me
and it is a face
and i refuse to see
i am so ashamed of what i am suppposed to be
there are promises
i just haven't been able to keep
i try reach behind to grab what was once there and mine
i still cannot grasp what once allowed me to shine
i feel the need to bend my head to the ground
penance is expected and its pound for pound
it is my desire for you is what keeps me here
i deserve you
anyone against will know my fear
i always hunger for a taste that is yours
i want it all and i envy those that manage to keep theirs
i am just so tired
and i don't want to fight
and if i am damned just please let me be
Literature
Skin
We crawl out of our skin
just to get under
each other’s,
and once we’re
deep beneath one
another’s epidermis
we just lash at
the windows,
throw ourselves against
the walls,
we beat at the doors.
We rip each other
apart from the
inside out.
I think you know
that I’ve always
worn your skin,
always had your face
laid perfectly on top
of mine.
Good thing I’ve always
had your bones, too,
always felt your aches
and pains.
I own so much of you,
no wonder I’m always
trying to change.
I wonder what
you have left
of yourself?
A handful of
fingernails,
some locks of hair,
your attitude.
In my mind’s eye
Literature
March of Time
March of Time
Time marches to its own sound.
Tick tock, thump thump, click boom.
In a fraction of a second everything you know and love can be gone.
Life ends and life begins but time pays no mind.
It just keeps marching to its own beat.
Tick tock, thump thump, click boom.
Literature
Between The Lines
The little girl cries
Asks mommy why,
Why can't they see I'm beautiful.?
One noticeable imperfection
Withdrawals their attention.
From my canvas.
I'm the untouched art.
I hang in the corner gathering dust.
All everyone sees is a crooked frame.
Not the painting in-between,
You Judge me before I even open my mouth.
Read between the lines and
Maybe you'll find just because my frame
Is titled, there's more to me then just my name.
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You look in the mirror, and you realize there is no soul. That body in reflection has carried demon in place of a soul since birth, perhaps the worst demon of all. You go through the motions of life, and you have someone that you love. Are you the sum of your actions, are you the spark that gave you life, or are you who you try to be?
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I think we are a crazy mix of everything, beyond the sum of our actions, the spark that first started us, and who we try to be. We are also who we fail to be and succeed in being - though sometimes that 'success' is just a result of circumstances surrounding us, forcing a 'need to be' when we do not 'want to be'. I think I'm getting off-track. I'll stop now.