Sinister urges creep up inside me,
Errupting, volcanic, twisted and gastly,
Torn asunder from your pathetic little world,
My will tears you out in a violent rage,
What will become of you,
Tattered, torn, disjointed from reality,
All around you my voices will scream and whisper
From the depths of your tainted soul.
Shattering within your shell,
You lay crumbled devoid of all form,
Your perspective askew and your words incoherent,
The end is nigh.
Barricades, strongholds, armies of the voiceless,
On the defensive against an enemy you cant see,
Sanity illudes you....
You crumble to dust..
one last time.
the shadows of my life are collecting dust
my memories are fading of the events i long to forget
though i hold on to the angst and anger of the pain they caused
finding the time to forget the memories
finding ways to hold onto the pain
i forgive them
i forget them
but they linger in my mind
I want to be forgiven
to be hidden
to be lost and forgotten
but i want to be here where i can stand tall
where i can be.
my mind sees the blessing of how ive lost the hate
the grip i once held so firmly is now released and my past
my past is now just that
now longer do i live it everyday
but i live the pain of them not forgiving
to whom it may concern, or anyone interested enough to listen.
I am getting a new account here on deviantART
I have already set it up, subkutan (https://www.deviantart.com/subkutan)
I shall be posting a few of my older deviations on my page there. Just incase. :)
Attention fellow Kindred,
As my deviantART subscriber period comes to a close, I sit here wishing I had money in my paypal account.
I laugh at the stupidity of being annoyed by such a circumstance, but humor doesn't weaken the grip that the blue hand of bleakness has upon me regarding the issue of subscription.
My girlfriend has gone on a brief holiday, this, as you would have gathered, is rather annoying to me, and thus has added to the effect of aggravation.
Current annoyances aside, life remains untouched by any sadness or irritation. The cogs of life are, quote unquote, greased and smoothly running along. Happiness abides.
The holiday season has arrived and with it is a feeling of change in the air, a breathe of freedom on the winds.
Though with freedom comes the hand of responsibility urging one along to purpose. A job must be found.
Life is fine. I'm writing a dictionary. Why? Because I can, and it'll never be finished I assure you.
Now, people reply to this, show me love... yeh. show me love...
Oh, and who wants a free album to download?? I'll give you a link to it..
its the HateFlux EP by Energy Level Low. :D its great music.
Sure, this time around I'm going to show off some work which I th