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Delussions of the Worldi live in a crazy mixed up world,
full of uncertainty, hatred, & self-righteous fouls
ready to die for lack luster causes,
i see a world full of hate, grief & pain,
strife like non seen since teh days of pharoh or caeser.
i feel the pain,
the pain of my people,
the pain caused by those who don't know our struggles
and those tht have seen, known, but chose to forget,
i see the painted veil full of lies we wear,
so as to make ourselves ignorant of our history, of knowledge & pride.
I have lost myself,
blinded by the veil, i become a soldier of one,
striking down happiness, kindness, love & loyalty,
i believe in only one hing,
that when death greets me, he will weep,
knowing full well the horrors i have on myself and others,
and those i have yet to face.
Awake from this nightmare,
Snap your bonds and run like the devil is on your heels,
run fast, young one,
run fast, young one,
Our lives are ashes, but you still shine bright,
So before you become ashes and smoke, carried off with the wind
A Father's DevotionWhy am I suffering so much,
Why do I go to such far lengths,
Why must my soul be torn apart for one life for one life
Why do I risk my sanity, My Sanity!
Why do I put my pride and shame on a chopping block,
How can I stand to be molested, be down and shot ,
For the sake of one life .One life?
Am I a mad man!?
Have I finally lost all rational!?
Have the pressures of daily life finally caught off guard
And stabbed me in the head, and delightfully waiting for my death?
All for the sake of a child I have never met?
All for the sake of a child I never wanted!?
All for the sake of doing what I know in my heart is right?
WHY DAMNIT, WHY DO I SUFFER THIS PAIN??!!!
I suffer this pain, because this innocent one isnt the source,
I suffer this pain, because this little one has non knowledge of me,
I suffer this because her Mother, and her Family know nothing about me,
I suffer this because I want my child to know the love of her mommy and daddy,
I suffer on because, mommy hates dad
Suicidal affectionMy emotions flow as tears against my cheek,
As my mind wonders like a child, seeking answers to its many questions.
My heart screeches to a halt, trying to avoid impact with my logic,
Swerving out of its way only to hit my sorrow dead on,
My soul stares aimlessly into to space,
Desiring your only your company,
My body yearns for your embrace.
Why, why, why I scream, must I be cursed this way,
A fool in his day, head over heals,
Sometimes I wish I were dead, because it take too long to die inside,
Knowing that someone else has stolen your kiss, your embrace, your thoughts and desires,
Leaving me only with rope razors and piano wire, as I contemplate a moment of my life without you.
Each best wish I give to you, is a curse, I say silently in my heart against him,
Praying to God that this union is not finally,
Praying that my hearts song is true,
Because even if someone loves me back, I know I will only say I do 2 you,
So while I will pray for your happiness, I selfishly
Becoming IndependentThey say a little bit of faith can move a mountain,
That music can tame the savage beast,
But what if the mountain is that savage beast?
And that mountain has swallowed up what little faith you have?
Don't look to the world for pity,
For pity though beautiful in theory, stance and poise,
It is for the young, the weak, the crippled and the lazy,
For pity only belongs to those who cannot help themselves,
And if you intend to be a man or woman and stand on your own two feet in this world,
Then don't let pity or charity ever cross your mind,
For pity is only for the weak and should always be given in charity,
It should never be received with pride.
They say that the best food ever made,
They say the best job ever done,
They say the most satisfying action that one could see, do, or taste,
Is that act done by your own hands, at your own pace, by your own will,
With all your heart and spirit put behind it.
This is the source of the achievements of all great people,
People with passion like Ga
Crown of ThornsShe wakes up with red staining her pillow
and the taste of blood like iron in her mouth
It stains her teeth and leaks from her lips, and as she
rinses her mouth out, she can’t help thinking that
it’s better than dirt and ashes
it feels like she’s wearing a noose
of broken promises and shattered glass
that tightens around her throat with every day that passes
She nails a smile to her face
and doesn't let herself think the word dying
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