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I feel numb
And cold
Is this death?
Or am I still alive?
If I'm alive
I shouldn't be
Because death is better
Than this cursed life
To die
To sleep
No more
And cold
Is this death?
Or am I still alive?
If I'm alive
I shouldn't be
Because death is better
Than this cursed life
To die
To sleep
No more
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Dead And Gone
They say he's resting peacefully deep beneath the ground
And that for once his eyes are shut and he is sleeping sound.
But I cannot imagine him so quiet and so serene;
As if he would give in to death, so common and so mean.
No, I think his hands are clenched, and he has a furrowed brow,
And he is counting his woes like sheep even now.
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Incy, Wincy Spider
Incy, wincy spider climbed up the water spout.
Down came the bleach and washed the spider out.
Out came the spider's guts, they shrivelled in the rain;
And incy, wincy spider never climbed again.
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you've been dead for a year, my dear
i met you on december 21st,
the longest night of the year.
you had solstice eyes: cold, dark, alluring.
i knew you were not meant to last,
powerful as a gale but fragile as
the tulip stems you snapped,
a sickening cycle of you,
an overwhelming tidal wave.
they say two wrongs will never make a right,
but i made so many bad choices that
i wound up back where I began.
it was too easy to love you,
but getting you to love me back was impossible.
i clawed at your chest until I struck blood,
until my nails split into shards.
you were born a phantom,
and i, your corpse.
holding onto you felt like drowning in quicksand;
i fought but always sank int
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I really like this. And yes we're all just surviving one way or the other