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She's so sweetShe swears that everything will be fine, if only I could make her mine.
Time stands still when i'm next to her, I get the stupidest grin when I have a text from her.
My heart skips a beat, i'm weak on my feet.
It's all because of her.
And I love it.
"you're okay"I won't sleep 'til you're okay, I won't rest until that smile is on your face.
I won't leave you until you're dreaming, even then my conscious will be screaming.
I will make sure you're okay, until the day is dead, the yelling in my head won't stop until you say those words.
LifeLife is a fleeting thing and all it takes is one slice and it's gone. If you don't pay attention to the beating of your heart you will pay the price.
TimePointless hoping, Senseless coping. Time heals all wounds I know this all too well.
But time can be hell, it won't slow down or speed up.
EscapeOnce upon a time..
Nothing could break my stride, bad things happened and I would just laugh and shove them aside.
Life as it is, it's hard to hide how i'm feeling and how everyday you're stealing my joy away.
Once upon a time I couldn't live without you, now all I want to do is be rid of you.
Heroes and monstersHatred. A disease that consumes one. It makes many people who they are. But in this world of heroes and monsters, we are only what we make ourselves. We choose to be the monster or the hero.
LoveLove is a delicate and precious thing and everyone deserves to have it, love is the thing that makes you feel warm when it's cold, happy when everything is bad, it makes you feel surrounded when you are by yourself.
Love should be treated with respect as nothing as true is easy to come by, if you find that "true" love everyone seeks, hang on to it, let nothing get in the way of it and fight to defend that love until your last breath. Not everyone is lucky enough to get that second chance, but if you treat love with the respect it deserves you won't need a second chance as that love will stay with you always.
Devious Journal EntryBlood, blood, blood, blood. There's something about it that kick starts my heart, knowing there is that sticky red mess makes my adrenalin flow.
Amazing :)I have probably just had the best week or so of my life, new girlfriend who quite frankly is perfect in every way possible. She is all I ever hoped for and more, I get warm every time I think of her. She gave me a journal which has some of her drawings in it and even some journal entries by her, She doubts her writing skills but the thing is, she writes fine, amazing even, we each write our own unique way. I love what she writes, even if she doesn't, I feel incredibly lucky to have her and i'm looking forward to all the good things to come. I feel so strongly for her, and I care about her deeply. Jacque, this is for you.
Dead and GoneA cold that chills to the very bone
Sitting in my hearse alone
My coffin cramped and lined with satin
I can't believe that this could happen
One day here, the next I'm not
Soon my body will be laid to rot
The preacher will speak the sermons of old
And the people will cry, or so I'm told
Then they'll lower me down into the ground
While not even children make a sound
And a handful of dirt each will give
Remembering the life that I lived
Then all I'll be is a thought
A memory, a shot in the dark
And if they think back on me
They'll remember how I lived so free
And they'll remember how I loved so strong
And how I loved forever long
And even though I'm no longer around
And my corpse lies rotting in the ground
Know the sun again will rise
And you can try to feel alive
So please don't cry a single tear
My love, please know I'm always near
Life is one big masquerade. We all have masks. You might think that you know someone after years of friendship, love or family. You don't.
Everyone is someone else in front of other people. You are no different. Even if you don't know it, you still hide your inner self from others. Your fantasies, dreams, fetishes, thoughts, desires. No one knows about the truth.
We have different rolls to play in different situations with certain people. With your lover, maybe you come off as strong and confident. Maybe you try to be strong in front of him/her by not showing feelings.
With friends we're funny, active, happy and nice, depending on what your roll in your group of friends is of course. Maybe you're a joker, the leader or a watcher, who just goes along with everything.
As a parent, we come off as the gods of our children. We make good and smart choices in front of them to show them how it's suppose to be done. We almost never show fear in the presence of our kids. We live to pr
Together in This SinWake up in the morning
Just to hear you scream
Remembering your Nightmares
Where things aren't as they seem
Try to calm you down
Try to help you rest
You keep pushing me away
You say it's for the best
Try to hold you close
And tell you it's alright
You refuse to listen
You always try to fight
Let me be your protector
Let me be your fire
Let me dispel your fears
And feed all your desires
Why can't I be your hero?
Why can't I be your Sun?
I'll save you from the Dark
You'll never have to run
So quit pushing me away
I don't want to go
You're tearing up my heart
My scars are starting to show
Am I not strong enough
To stand by your side?
Is it because you're stubborn?
Is it because of your pride?
Why won't you let me help you?
Why won't you let me in?
I guess since I can't save you,
We'll drown together in this Sin
Pity's PartyCome on, just look at me,
I lost Happy to Misery,
In a dance with Pedigree,
Amidst the sirens of Apathy,
In the mosh pit in my head.
Can't you see how fun I am?
When my Pride's on the lam,
Sipping Sorrow like Baby Cham,
Falling foul of Honesty's scam,
On the dance floor in my chest.
I look so grievously good,
Doing what Agony should,
And what Depravity would,
In command of the red regiments stood,
On the catwalk of my wrist.
I can hear them pounding,
Watching and surrounding,
Laughing and floundering,
With Pain and Woe hounding,
In the nightclub of my gut.
My guests are saying to,
Cheer no longer pulling through,
Despair sticking like glue,
With Sin ready to sue,
At the opera in my throat.
Watch me as I lose control,
As Loneliness takes it's toll,
Filling out Insanity's role,
Joining Death's lost shoal,
Inside the crypt of life.
See my eyes flutter and fade,
Marching in the Black Parade,
Finding shelter in Hate's shade,
And losing all I had ever made,
As the curtain closes,
To a dozen
Enemy Is MeI am down,
Down by the enemy,
But the enemy is myself.
I keep on telling lies,
Lies to myself,
Lies to others,
Lies to my heart,
Lies that make me regret.
All because I don't talk,
Yet you accept me as friend,
But I feel like I'm useless,
But I feel like you need the other,
But I feel like I'm not needed,
But I feel like I'm suppose to come over my fear.
I keep on trying to hide it,
All those feelings inside it,
But those feelings just want to come out,
Come out and show that I'm sad,
More than just sad.
I'm afraid of what will you react,
I'm afraid of what will happen,
I'm afraid of being alone,
I'm afraid of being left behind,
I'm afraid of you leaving me,
I'm afraid of these things.
And it won't stop bothering me....it just won't...
As if I've been stabbed so many times,
I can't move from the lies I made.
Am just a mistake?So
Am just a mistake?
You thought you couldn't have babies anymore?
And you didn't want anymore?
You say that you've gave up your life to your kids bur no more?
Mom I don't get it
You said I love you
Then make it like my life is turning up side down
I really don't understand you mom
If you don't want me then I'll get rid of my self for you
Chasing Fairy TalesBright eyes shining bright
A fire burning in the night
Raven hair blown in the wind
Here we go all over again
Pushed down to your knees
Daylight is just a tease
Lost forever in darkened woods
You wouldn't leave if you even could
Death held in your embrace
This fairy tale you hopelessly chase
Flitters always just out of view
Out in the light, away from you
Endlessly on you pointlessly reach
This hopeless lesson you do teach
A warning to go out to the lost
Buried in the burning frost
~Follow, follow, chase your dreams
Uncertain steps along fragile seams
Always, always stray from the path
Deep in the darkness alone to laugh
No set guides for you to make
Only risks made to take
So take up arms for this fight
For this deadly war in forever night~
Bright eyes starting to dim
Here we go all over again
Nowhere left for you to go
Except in the earth, buried below
lies that i live ini had hope that it was YOU. that YOU would be the one but your not, i can already feel it this immense tidal wave, this volcano burning thru me again, leaving me bare and torn up...how many times will i have to heal? how many people will i have to show before someone can see? am i some cheap tawdry trick? that the whole world can see? i showed YOU this...you saw IT, you were there right under YOUR nose, and you couldn't tell i don't understand am i the only one who sees this? am i the only one who feels this way? can someone help with this burning immense feeling? can someone tame this raging beast that rips thru me leaving me unclean? i want to fuck the world...but all i do is kill myself a little every time. is it worth trying? this paltry feeling? is it wroth holding on to if you can even understand this? if you cant understand me? it hurts you know..even one such as i can burn, can drown and die like the rest of you? am i some dead god? that you would both revere and detest me so?
We are all equalThe child winced in pain; he did not fathom why he was put through this hell. Lashing after lashing with his father's cane, why didn't his daddy wish him well?
He tried to be the perfect son, but nothing is quite perfect, fighting an invisible battle with a wrongly titled defect.
He cried at night with terror, for fear of having his head smashed into the wall.
His father proclaimed his error "You're not my son at all!"
The boy felt anxious it was his first day of High-School, "You won't fit in." Came his father's shout. In this day and age it simply wasn't cool to come out.
He spent his hours hoping, begging for a change. He was barely coping as it was, it's not his fault he was strange.
Time did not fly by, not once in this poor boys life. Each day a little of him would die, all because society deemed he should have a wife.
He had most of his life in fear, dreading to reveal the truth. He had shed so many tears ever since his youth.
His father had passed away; he could be joyful at la
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