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First, you took my breath away.
You threaded the air out of my lungs
like scarves pulled out of the
magician's mouth,
but you were no ordinary magician.
You could pick all of my locks to my secrets,
guess everything about me correctly,
disappear in the blink of an eye.
Then, you stole my heart.
You plucked it out of my chest
like a precious jewel taken by the
cunning thief,
but you were a wanted criminal.
You took the hearts of others
and treated them like they were worthwhile,
but returning them broken and used.
You also have my strength.
You tore out my spine and made my legs give out,
so I'd depend on you like you were my
life support,
but your technology was faulty.
You weren't there enough most days so
I had to find my own way through life without you.
Those days I barely survive.
Finally, you took over my life.
You wormed your way inside of me
and latched onto my soul like a
parasite,
but you were a wonderful source of pain.
Yes, you're toxic, and yes, I can't let you go,
but I can never decide which is better:
When you're here, or when you're gone.
You threaded the air out of my lungs
like scarves pulled out of the
magician's mouth,
but you were no ordinary magician.
You could pick all of my locks to my secrets,
guess everything about me correctly,
disappear in the blink of an eye.
Then, you stole my heart.
You plucked it out of my chest
like a precious jewel taken by the
cunning thief,
but you were a wanted criminal.
You took the hearts of others
and treated them like they were worthwhile,
but returning them broken and used.
You also have my strength.
You tore out my spine and made my legs give out,
so I'd depend on you like you were my
life support,
but your technology was faulty.
You weren't there enough most days so
I had to find my own way through life without you.
Those days I barely survive.
Finally, you took over my life.
You wormed your way inside of me
and latched onto my soul like a
parasite,
but you were a wonderful source of pain.
Yes, you're toxic, and yes, I can't let you go,
but I can never decide which is better:
When you're here, or when you're gone.
Literature
Fear of the Dark?
I laugh at those who would make offerings to demons,
especially without knowledge of the weighty risks.
And I doubly despise those who would worship the darkness,
For I doubt they have ever looked into the abyss...
Yet for all my sacrifice and murderous intent.
My mind is clear and human at its core.
And quite unlike you feeble worms;
being human is what I adore.
For a human is undoubtedly a creature of faith,
and my belief is in the evolution of years.
A thorough-bred sense of genetic superiority,
that allows me to circumvent my spiritual fears
So do not mistake me, when I make my offerings.
For I pledge to my demons rather willingly.
But
Literature
Pact of Blood
You've tried to put on a smile for so long,
but I can see the strains that wear you away.
Sometimes, you feel as though you hardly belong,
and your soul simply trudges through the day.
But fear not my darling, for you are no longer alone...
I am in every breath you take;
every whisper and murmur that your heart makes.
And through your offering, we both are made whole.
I am yours, as you are mine.
Let the blood that seals our pact always remind:
That if you must suffer, so too shall I.
If you must bleed, so too will I.
But after the torment of life is shed;
It will be atop of the graves of our enemies that we make our bed...
So sleep for n
Literature
Born in Betrayal
I would never have imagined
that you would be the one to slay me.
But perhaps in your eyes,
I was not the man you thought me to be.
You chose to drive this blade into me
in the coldest manner possible.
Silent and swift as a serpent in the night;
You ensured that my end was probable.
Yet the man had died so long ago;
the only thing he shed was bitter tears.
For though he had lost his faith again,
he had the experience of his years...
And the anguish he felt was so constant,
it dulled his sense to any further pain.
Thrice more would the man call out to her;
before Diablo would walk again...
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What a well written poem!
I love your descriptions and metaphorical approach to the actual situation. I also like the title because a parasite feeds and leeches on its victim, sucking the blood or life out of it. It seems that the parasite is a loved one that can damage the main character of the poem. It seems like a scenario where the main character ( or YOU if the poem is personal) is close to someone that hurts them.
This poem can be widely related to a lot of ppl and I think a lot of us can sympathize with this. I relate this this situation to a kind of addiction...where you love and need something that hurts or destroys. It's all about being strong and getting rid of parasites in the world that try to bring us down. If this is personal, I hope you're able to rid yourself of the parasitic atmosphere that you're living in and move on to better and more positive influences. If this is just a poem stressing that main idea, I think you were able to express the point very clearly.
Nice work on this and I've always loved your writing so keep up the awesome work!
I love your descriptions and metaphorical approach to the actual situation. I also like the title because a parasite feeds and leeches on its victim, sucking the blood or life out of it. It seems that the parasite is a loved one that can damage the main character of the poem. It seems like a scenario where the main character ( or YOU if the poem is personal) is close to someone that hurts them.
This poem can be widely related to a lot of ppl and I think a lot of us can sympathize with this. I relate this this situation to a kind of addiction...where you love and need something that hurts or destroys. It's all about being strong and getting rid of parasites in the world that try to bring us down. If this is personal, I hope you're able to rid yourself of the parasitic atmosphere that you're living in and move on to better and more positive influences. If this is just a poem stressing that main idea, I think you were able to express the point very clearly.
Nice work on this and I've always loved your writing so keep up the awesome work!