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It surrounds me
It keeps me "safe"
I created it
To protect myself
From the bullies
From my "friends"
From everyone
It was necessary
It was the only way
And now I'm trapped
I can't leave this space
Nor break the barrier
And here I am
Alone
In my "happy" place
It keeps me "safe"
I created it
To protect myself
From the bullies
From my "friends"
From everyone
It was necessary
It was the only way
And now I'm trapped
I can't leave this space
Nor break the barrier
And here I am
Alone
In my "happy" place
Literature
Unpainted Reality
My brain is sick.
It only thinks of twisted things.
Like how we burn our eyes out,
And we rip our wings.
And then we sit in the dark,
Staring blankly at each other.
Our eye-sockets bleeding,
On a wounded brother.
Then we kneel down,
Praying to the sun.
Hoping things get brighter;
But we don't know what we've done!
We take our tongues out,
We scar them with razors.
Spitting every blade
Across other people's faces.
And if you start feeling,
My words are getting dark;
I'm just painting pictures
But you are making them stark!
And now you feel dead;
Surreal in your mind.
So listen to this preacher,
From the land of the blind.
Literature
Dear Death
I sink my knees
into the sodden dirt
surrounding the grave
of a human long gone
I touch the stone's
chiseled cursive words
and trace the letters:
how gelid they've become
I stare at the flowers
that people have left;
upon the plot,
ham-handedly chopped
And I contemplate
my inevitable death
hoping no flowers are left
for the message they possess
"I'm trading life for death."
Literature
Goodbye
I want to mutter a million things,
but they’re catching in my throat
And my heart is heavy in my chest,
with a weight that holds a heavy load
This weight is not a pound of gold,
but rather a pound of worthless rocks
And now I’m spitting bits of gravel
as I try to talk
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