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Incoherent ThoughtsI have to find my release
Get rid of the darkness in my mind
Banish the pain
Show them me
Will this ever happen
I don't know
Why do I feel pain
Advil is my saving grace
I don't sleep
I crash into troubled unconsciousness
When I have dream
I dream of another dream
I can't express my mind
I can't quite grasp it
It floats outside of my reach, barely
Why do I want so much
I want things
I don't get them though
Emotions is cheep
Money is solid
something you can touch
I try to show others my mind
but end up showing them her...
The girl with my face, my body, and yet that girl has a smile. That girl is normal, without pain.
I envy that girl, the girl that is me, that I don't know...
Is this Happiness...
I wait for the Tears to Begin
They come without warning sometimes
I cried about a locked gate once
But Now when I should be broken
I am Whole
Life is so terrible
Yet I might actually be enjoying it
I'm not sure, I can't describe it
Is this feeling happiness?
I Look at a tortured world and
I smile... I don't know if this is real
I have never felt happy that I can remember
I have never smiled until
The day I found out I was going to die...
So many people have tried to understand chaos. I wonder if I can dop it justice...
Chaotically simple, the oxymoron of all oxymoron's. It can't be contained within a single word. It can't be confined to a one shape. It doesn't have limits, it moves erratically. Chaos is not light, it is not dark. Chaos is an entity of unspeakable bounds.
Look at a world or a town even, see all the lives and everything in them. See the things that don't have a name, don't have a fixed place. Always different. Chaos is Chaos I suppose...
Am I Broken
Do I have Flaws
Am I not Right
Do You Hate me so much
Am I Not Human
Then Why Do You not want me
I try to pretend that you are normal
Then you say something and I know you are not
I want someone to want me, need me
Then Maybe I could be whole, Fixed
We are flesh and blood
So you say
We are different, Yet the same
So why do you not want me
We are supposed to lean on each other
So why did you let me fall
You are to blame
I can't blame myself
You tell me to though
I am the root of your all your problems
You wish I had never been born
I try to be a good Daughter
You Fake being a good mother
I Love you, I hate You
I can't be away from you
I can't stand you
Short-What Have I Become
No It couldnt be happening; this is a horror story, a nightmare. Things like this dont happen in reality. Humans dont have supernatural powers and vampires dont exist. Yet in front of my eyes stood the very contradiction to all that should be and all that cant be. He, or it, was coming towards me; I was out of focus and didnt remember how I got here; or even how to run away. He leaned in toward me so I could see every detail of his carved face he was gorgeous. I had officially gone mad; I was calling a being that shouldn't exist, and most possibly my murderer, gorgeous. His breath was soft; it wasn't normal breathing, I think he breathed purely for show. His eyes were cool, a soft amethyst, but then I they changed. He leaned in even closer and I Started to be afraid, he could smell my fear, see the blood rise in my cheeks. His eyes transformed, from a soft non-violent shade to a pure black with a ruby outline, they were harsh; just looking
Journal Of An Immortal 4th
Humans Fear Fear. That is the truth, they can't stand the thought of being cowardly and in a situation where there is no hope. A person will do crazy things even life-threatening because they know they have doctors, people around them, a society; But what happens when Society can't help you, when there are no rules. Say most horror movies isolate a group of people on an island or in a warehouse or somewhere deserted and isolated with no connection to the outside world. Then they are introduced to an environment that they do not know how to handle. Say you get stranded on an island and vicious rather large attack-dogs start attacking you. What would you do when presented with the situation of your friends dyeing, unlike in society, you have no grieving period, you have to survive. Some people do well under these conditions, their survival instincts kick in, but then send them into the normal human society again and they break down. I will start upon a topic I rarely wish to go into to.,
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