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Birth of a LegendThere was once a hero, whose great deeds were foretold by many a prophecy. He was to save many people, be the light to fight away the darkness that threatened to overcome the kingdom. For the first years of his life, he lived influenced by the impending darkness. He was quickly taught the ways of the light, prepared at even a young age to face his destiny. When the darkness overtook his town, it took all that was dear from him. He fought even harder, determined to defeat that which had taken all he knew from him. Two years passed, and he stood before the mountains, their peaks shrouded in a swirling darkness. He challenged the Demon, prepared to face his destiny. The two fought for days, and only one could triumph. The challenge had been made, and he who was destined to win, lost.
There was once one who was to stop the darkness. He failed.
Scent of despair
Corruption runs deep
Making "the leap"
Taking all the is left
Now today's Death.
Who I amI am defiant,
Finding ways to fight control,
Resisting the urge to follow the crowd,
And making my own way in this world.
I am jealous,
Of those who have a 'perfect life',
But in a way their lives aren't complete,
As the flaws in life make me real.
I am secretive,
Keeping my darkest thoughts inside,
Under watch and lock and key,
Pretending they do not scare me.
I am careless,
Forgetful and easily lost in the world,
Finding it hard to survive in a place,
Where it is difficult to get by.
I am timid,
More so than I seem at first,
But I fear the future and what it holds,
And how it will challenge me next.
I am mysterious,
Never letting my true self be seen,
By any except for those I trust,
Wearing many faces that are not my own.
I am calm,
In a sea of chaos that surrounds me,
Never losing myself completely,
To a world that does not seem to change.
I am instinctive,
Following my heart and what I see as right,
Letting no one get in the way,
And forging my own path.
I am sensitive,
To the fee
RunningWe're the ones running down the cobblestone street,
Tripping and stumbling but still pushing on,
Supporting each other with both words and thoughts,
As we struggle to keep hold of our strange relationship,
The bond that holds us together,
So even if one of us falls,
The other will be there to help,
To heal the rift, and take off running once more,
Down the cobblestone street.
EscapeThe darkness, growing by the day
Erasing hope and light
Replacing faith with torment,
Spreading, an infected blight
The darkness covers all i see
I'm losing myself inside
To sorrow hate and the fear that overcomes
All i once had, my pride
I've lost my light
To darkness rising
No way to fight
The darkness rising
I'm losing myself
To darkness rising
I want to escape
The darkness rising
But i can't....
Promises never dieI want to believe
That the promise will never die,
Never be forgotten, lost in memories,
Never to say goodbye.
Caught up in the web of lies,
Set up time after time,
To catch us, the unwary ones,
The victims of a victimless crime.
The promises of tomorrow fade in morning light,
Forgotten, lost in everlasting black,
Those who left them behind, alone,
And never again look back.
Hearts so easily swayed by feelings untold,
Against the world we all strive,
To keep our distant promises to each other,
Forever breathing and alive.
Lost within myselfFind me, I'm lost
Wandering under the moonlit sky
Lost in stars and worlds away,
Captivated by memories of times gone by.
Enter my world,
Where i reminisce and wait
For the ice around my heart to melt,
And prepare to face my fate.
Find me, drowning in darkness,
And the despair that lives within,
Falling, losing myself
Through walls that are paper thin.
Find me, and save me from myself,
Before i lose my way
Fall into your lasting embrace,
Where i wish to forever stay.
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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