But neither are you by TheDevils-Composer, literature
Literature
But neither are you
Christ begged for forgiveness, & what did we give him? Barbarism.
Though he did ask it of his father...not us.
Though, again, as we are his children, we need not fight with our brother.
Must we bicker like imbeciles?
I think so...I think it's necessary, & unavoidable.
Then again, that's just me...& who am I? Not a god, no...
Not a man either.
Nothing, really.
I'm nothing.
I live my life in lies,
The imbecile spits his vile.
The bitterness of his verbal blood, his tongue coated.
Poison, my favorite flavor.
I pray for the chance of self mutilation, for the sound of adoration from this madman...hurts my ears.
This Imbecilic twirling is testing my patience & I long to live in the gutters, as a rat.
I live for the scum of the underground...
Where is your sunset? You came here as a child & now your are blind. I'll hear you no more. You must search the land for the devil, & he is broken. Paint in your blood, child. Trust the water, it's not all so deep. Dip in a toe, sweet young child, let a foot in the water. It shan't bite...much. Test not the sunset, for the the sun sets & the cool moon will rise. You'll be trapped within the black, cold, alone, the wandering child in the dark, look upon him fondly, for she's you & she's frightened. Test not the sunset, young girl, it fades with time, it disappears forever & you will pray for the light, but it shall not come. I feel the cold as
Fear, Fear, Fear & dread,
Companions, they come in a pair,
Hand in hand, sisters, deeply in love,
Admirable, yes, I would say so,
But keep an eye over your shoulder,
For if you don't hear them coming, you'll be sorry,
Or not...if you really sit to ponder it,
They may come to visit you,
Drop in for tea & a friendly chat,
To make your heart pound & your mind race for a mere minute,
But, they haven't left my side since birth...
Doubled Over in Crippling Pain by TheDevils-Composer, literature
Literature
Doubled Over in Crippling Pain
Go ahead, I welcome you,
No,
No,
I dare you!
I mean it! I want you to try,
...Because I want you to succeed,
If you win, then...I can win,
Shh, It's a secret,
Yes, I know that's childish,
Shoulder Holstered Fangmarks by TheDevils-Composer, literature
Literature
Shoulder Holstered Fangmarks
Break the Damn glass,
Shatter it,
Then slash your wrists,
Cut your thighs,
Claim to be menstrual,
Run the edge upon your shoulders, & up the length of your legs...your...your legs,
Your perfect, porcelain legs...
Then...Then...then drink,
Then drink the scrumptious red wine
Then, convulse for me...Fall, fall, down, to the ground, Cry, cry, scream...cry,
You have to suffer, You have to suffer,
You have to, You have to, You have to,
You have to, You have to, You have to,
You have to, You have to, You have to,
You have to, You have to, You have to,
You have to, You have to, You have to,
Hatred, A clever beast,
Seething, & hulking,
This is how hatred likes to appear,
But in the light of truth, hatred is small, weak, timid, but bitter,
Hatred is angry, he doesn't know why,
But still, he lurks in the recesses of the mind,
He flows from every wound,
He showers the ground & stains it bright,
He Builds all the walls,
He Breaks every back,
Hatred, such a curious thing,
I wish he would stay longer...
"Slowly, ever so slowly, she turned her back to me, exposing the large ribbon binding the back of her dress. I reached out, and tugged. It came tumbling down suddenly, flowing out like a river, a red river. It all came crashing down out of a tight little bow as the long strands slowly grew in length as the weight of her dress pulled it apart. It slowly fell to the ground, exposing her skin. She turned back, and we gazed at each other longingly. She opened her eyes a bit wider, the blood rushing into her cheeks a little, causing her normally pale porcelain-like face to have a slight red tint. She bit down on her lip and suddenly wrapped her ar
But neither are you by TheDevils-Composer, literature
Literature
But neither are you
Christ begged for forgiveness, & what did we give him? Barbarism.
Though he did ask it of his father...not us.
Though, again, as we are his children, we need not fight with our brother.
Must we bicker like imbeciles?
I think so...I think it's necessary, & unavoidable.
Then again, that's just me...& who am I? Not a god, no...
Not a man either.
Nothing, really.
I'm nothing.
I live my life in lies,
The imbecile spits his vile.
The bitterness of his verbal blood, his tongue coated.
Poison, my favorite flavor.
I pray for the chance of self mutilation, for the sound of adoration from this madman...hurts my ears.
This Imbecilic twirling is testing my patience & I long to live in the gutters, as a rat.
I live for the scum of the underground...
Where is your sunset? You came here as a child & now your are blind. I'll hear you no more. You must search the land for the devil, & he is broken. Paint in your blood, child. Trust the water, it's not all so deep. Dip in a toe, sweet young child, let a foot in the water. It shan't bite...much. Test not the sunset, for the the sun sets & the cool moon will rise. You'll be trapped within the black, cold, alone, the wandering child in the dark, look upon him fondly, for she's you & she's frightened. Test not the sunset, young girl, it fades with time, it disappears forever & you will pray for the light, but it shall not come. I feel the cold as
Fear, Fear, Fear & dread,
Companions, they come in a pair,
Hand in hand, sisters, deeply in love,
Admirable, yes, I would say so,
But keep an eye over your shoulder,
For if you don't hear them coming, you'll be sorry,
Or not...if you really sit to ponder it,
They may come to visit you,
Drop in for tea & a friendly chat,
To make your heart pound & your mind race for a mere minute,
But, they haven't left my side since birth...
Doubled Over in Crippling Pain by TheDevils-Composer, literature
Literature
Doubled Over in Crippling Pain
Go ahead, I welcome you,
No,
No,
I dare you!
I mean it! I want you to try,
...Because I want you to succeed,
If you win, then...I can win,
Shh, It's a secret,
Yes, I know that's childish,
Shoulder Holstered Fangmarks by TheDevils-Composer, literature
Literature
Shoulder Holstered Fangmarks
Break the Damn glass,
Shatter it,
Then slash your wrists,
Cut your thighs,
Claim to be menstrual,
Run the edge upon your shoulders, & up the length of your legs...your...your legs,
Your perfect, porcelain legs...
Then...Then...then drink,
Then drink the scrumptious red wine
Then, convulse for me...Fall, fall, down, to the ground, Cry, cry, scream...cry,
You have to suffer, You have to suffer,
You have to, You have to, You have to,
You have to, You have to, You have to,
You have to, You have to, You have to,
You have to, You have to, You have to,
You have to, You have to, You have to,
Hatred, A clever beast,
Seething, & hulking,
This is how hatred likes to appear,
But in the light of truth, hatred is small, weak, timid, but bitter,
Hatred is angry, he doesn't know why,
But still, he lurks in the recesses of the mind,
He flows from every wound,
He showers the ground & stains it bright,
He Builds all the walls,
He Breaks every back,
Hatred, such a curious thing,
I wish he would stay longer...
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Just when things seem stable, life seems to be going in a positive direction, reality kicks back in. So, everything's ruined, once again, and...I just...I'm gonna try to come out on top this next time. Ok, I say that, but I probably wont be proactive to make it happen...I'll just hope it does. You know you're at the bottom when you're calling yourself out...
[link] That was me creeping you out(?). Your answered made it seem that way. Anyway, how are things going for you?
I'm a returning supporter/friend (Chad Syphrett). You're going to be featured along with other artists at the last deviantART group I started for us: #UrbanDictionary.
By the way, thanks for continuing to manage the last 2 groups I invited you to own.
Please consider (or accept) my request: I need friends and kind artists to write their testimonies about me for the deviantART admins who are monitoring #UrbanDictionary (my newest dA group).
The admins need to read messages from artists I've tried to help at dA. I tried my best to manage #Art-Forum and a couple of other groups before I was banned for stuff that happened, last year: [link]
Well, being that I don't have the capability to online much anymore, I can't be too much help with...much of anything; though I'm ever so glad to here that I'll be featured, & it's no trouble at all.