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I found solace.I found solace in the storage room of this decrepit chicken farm building. The stench, as unbearable as it was, was no match for the smell of the city I'd left a couple weeks before. Stepping over the thousands of rotting chickens was actually pretty close to the way I left town. The only difference was that I was stepping over friends, family members, neighbors, and other people that never managed to make it out...alive.
Luckily, zombies aren't a fan of chicken, so everything here is actually dead. That means I didn't make it soon enough to be able to grab a walking dinner though. That was the only reason for walking this far. I'd known this place was here from my mom showing it to me on our way to the zoo once. She said something along the lines of "son, this is where chicken from the store comes from." I'd always thought that was cool. I knew where my food came from. She never mentioned that we were eating birds crammed into a dark building by what seemed like the millions though. I
I began to walk home in despairI began to walk home in despair
But I warned myself "you mustn't stare"
As I came across the hopeless sight
Which devoured my mind's senses quite
Unsure of what lay upon the ground
I was cautioned to not make a sound
It was then I saw the crimson mess
And from that to you I must confess
The liquid pooled around his head
The bludgeoned crown a rivers red
And one could not remove their eyes
As left there was a grim surprise
A simple note penned "it's the end,"
Signed scantily "your long lost friend"
But his face is what had drawn me near
It was one I knew so very dear
Slain upon the tormented ground
My body dead I sadly found
Please help me end these hopeless nightsPlease help me end these hopeless nights
My mind is lost from frequent frights
I wander down a dim lit lane
And all I have to feel is pain
Pain from tortured soles above
Pain from tortured souls lost love
Why won't you help me change the path
You sit there watching while you laugh
I beg of you you mindless prick
Now answer me and make it quick
Why do you let these things occur
When in your hands there sits the cure
I'm sorry for the way I've been
Help sooth my mind from deep within
Just take the time to help me find
The evil thoughts I've left behind
Pardon me my long lost friend.Pardon me my long lost friend
How are things at story's end
I hear the tales and fear the truth
For I am not a cunning sleuth
But friends among us do share keys
So won't you dear friend tell me please
How have you been in time long passed
I'm glad the memories do last
No, please don't share the times gone bad
You'll find my stories mostly sad
Yes, please tell me of the tales for now
As I lay my head, and rest my brow
Dead Inside: Do Not EnterUpon my soulless one last breath
I found the gift of sudden death
And with that gift I gave a life
But caused it did such utter strife
For when I woke it was no heaven
No, hell is what the earth was given
The blood came down like rain
And screams would fill your brain
So upon my door they left a note
It was something of a foolish quote
Do not enter"
The days grow shortThe days grow short
The nights grow long
But through the dark I carry on
For if I cease to feel the pain
Upon my heart dark shadows reign
And shadowless my days will be
When barren land is all I see
Yet dimly in the dark of day
I see the light that tells me stay
So stay I will to ride it out
For what is life without some drought
It's Okay to be ImperfectThe moon
Stand Against SuicideI know the pain is perhaps unbearable,
But darling, please put down the blade.
Release your emotions through tears and smiles,
Rather than dreading these days.
Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there,
Or for the boy whose father drank too much.
For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school,
Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch.
For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed,
Thinking, why can’t it all be done?
For the elderly man looking up at the stars,
Counting the days one by one.
Do it for the children who wonder, does it end?
For the ones who feel left on their own.
For the ones who think, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard
If I didn’t feel so left alone.
And finally, do it for one other person,
The person in front of these words.
Because you’ll never know how it gets better
When focusing on pain and hurt.
Live one more day, dear, for them and for you,
And I swear to you, problems will fade.
I know, for right now, it’s p
I Thought I Needed FeminismI thought I needed feminism, when I was a little girl.
And I am very sad to admit, that this wasn't very long ago.
I thought when he held the door open for me, that he was making a big mistake.
That he was being a pompous ass, and he took my strength for a fake.
And when he offered to pay my tab, I still called him an ass.
Because I thought he assumed I was poor, and below middle class.
Or when his hard work earned him a promotion,
yet I did nothing, and the boss' ignorance to promote me, I believed was a sexist notion.
My friend really wanted feminism when she found her ex-dead drunk,
removed his clothes, and without his consent, had a pleasurable fuck.
When her parents bust into the room unexpected that night,
she said he raped her, and he was arrested without so much as a fight.
Perhaps feminism was there when I walked out into the street in pure nudity,
and shouted the my neighbors “You have no right to judge me!”
I didn't care about the children who were standing in th
Unable to loveMy love was pure
I only wanted
But my heart
Because my love
Like a piece of garbage
And now I'm unable
Because the shreds
Of my shattered soul
MathematicsI am but the sum of my
F L A W S;
a network of
S C A R S
a disaster of
D R E A M S
a shield of
B O N E S
C A L C U L A T I O N
a void of
DifferentDifferent on the outside,
Different mask you see daily,
Different girl you call ‘Hailey’
To my surprise
Your ears are distracted,
So I tell lies, looking into your eyes,
“Yea I’m fine. Simply tired”
For that response my brain is wired.
Different mouth you hear speaking,
Different voice you hear screaming
Different eyes you see pleading,
Different person you’d befriended
I’m sorry this is how it’s ended.
DethronedI have created Eden, through the strokes of my pen,
But it was made of promises, and angels
That were too fragile to hold the weight of our sins.
You were my goddess, on a throne made of dreams.
Which you were probably
They didn't glimmer and shine
like the diamonds decorating your rings.
They were the hopes of a man
So madly in love, but you poured poison into his heart
And so he rotted, each time you gifted him with a kiss.
I can't seem to shake the feelingI can't seem to shake the feeling
I'm left trembling and squealing
As I watch you walk away from me
And wonder what it is you see
My mind left emptied by your stare
Your solemn eyes don't seem to care
They're unable to be moved
So incable, yet soothed
Clearly this is just the start
Of another breaking heart
Torn loose by shards of failing dreams
Sent into celestial streams
Though start it may be today
Soon an end is sure to stay
I would have welcomed what did loom
Though it seemed best to let it fume
However bleak the story reigned
It never truly construed pained
Though the purpose was to leave someday
The emotions did persist to stay
The reasons always left unknown
Assumptions overboard were thrown
The darkest of the nights gleamed bright
A mindless man lost deep in fright
Now pardon me for I am done
The battle seems already won
How do I continue living
When this end is what you're giving
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