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We were prodigies of insecurity and
clashing ivory skin on ivory
love, love, love
(the syllables are strung upon your bedpost
like wringing hands and tripwires)
I'm synesthetic red and aching
with envy for your wretchedness and
I would be hard pressed to find you anything but blinding.
clashing ivory skin on ivory
love, love, love
(the syllables are strung upon your bedpost
like wringing hands and tripwires)
I'm synesthetic red and aching
with envy for your wretchedness and
I would be hard pressed to find you anything but blinding.
Literature
dysphoria
I pluck out my hair
pulling down my conscious
to the sores of dysphoria.
(this isn't what I'm meant to be)
growths sprout like blisters
on my chest;
they keep swelling
and it's cramped --
my torso isn't formed right
so I let my ribs wear an
organ-coating, binding me.
(I can hardly breathe,
but I'd love to taste the air)
my body is one itch I can't
scratch out and I can't
watch it peel away but
I still hope for that day.
(please let me tear off the
skin that feels so tight)
Literature
Pain
Nothing seems real
In this sea of static
Horrors keep pounding on
My vacuum of expectation
Virtual impossibility
Signals of monstrosity
Untouched and undiscovered
My essence of impurity
I'll split my veins apart
To make myself feel anything
I'll shred the world to bits
In search for the unreal
Innocence and violence
Mix together boiling
Droplets of blood cry
In their silent resistance
Against darkness around
Against threats unseen
In this world of madness
And deadly inevitability
In this sterile reality
I float unaffected
I need pain to acknowledge
My elusive existence
Literature
Gray
Freedom buried
Breath taken away
Acid rain falls
On plastic civilisation
What was once
A hope for distant truth
Became spoiled
And unimportant to all
Now the blindness
Spreads across all faces
It drains fragile
Children of their sleep
In pursuit of might
In struggle for beauty
We let rotten bodies
To walk on our heads
And there is no light
Nor darkness to remember
Only gray tombs
With their golden mantras
Engraved to confuse
The dead left behind
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erin ur gonnana get famous w/ me k
lets write childrens books 2gether and get famous
and you can make it have some deep fucking meaning and like,, shit yo
and i can draw it 4 u,, and draw shit in the back like
really tiny
like
things
like
things
lets write childrens books 2gether and get famous
and you can make it have some deep fucking meaning and like,, shit yo
and i can draw it 4 u,, and draw shit in the back like
really tiny
like
things
like
things