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Not A Generic PersonYou pale yourself, innocently mask your insanity,
But there are always differences, always fears,
Your face is like a garden with neat rows and ornamental pond eyes,
Your hair keeps running around your face like tangled vines.
I have dared you into demon vile loves, and lost form,
Let you run through the halls in envious spurs,
Shot thunder and lighting, through hard studded glares,
But never once have I lost you completely.
You are puzzlement, a surprise each day,
As wistful as the wind and deep as the oceanic sky,
You flow like the tides in monsoonal winters,
Lost in a doubt ridden mist, obscured by your opaque shrouds.
Long driven devils pursue you through life, engaged voodoo solider battle,
Drive forth the silver bullet, and kill this diaphonic heart,
Indigestible longings hidden in your pride, locked in caged dungeon,
Spread through starlit sky on wish after wish, glitter with false diamonds.
Oh dearly beloved, dear, honey, sugar,
Sweetness is not what you really are; you are mor
Silent VoidI cannot stay here in this silence,
It is killing me, slowly and painfully, tearing me apart,
Tearing me inside where others can not see, can not feel,
I am lost in this void, stuck with a scratched record memory.
Leave me here alone, take my life again, inevitably leading down,
For what you can not inflict on me, I inflict upon myself,
Oh star scarred heart, wound yourself no more, no more please,
Your brain is lost in cloud, your body hits the floor.
But death is not an easy solution to grip, for the mind shies away,
And I fear it will not be the true release as I want it, there is much undone,
I must therefore break this silence, and carry on with the guilt, grief and pain,
And go out and sing, survive as I can, and dance with childish joy again in this rain.
Hated Love, Beloved HateThere is no war, and yet no peace either.
And even as all hope is cast aside, it still blazes.
Burning yet freezing as I soar and yet fall.
Here I am in emptiness though completely filled.
I am not forced to remain here, yet bound all the same.
And though so bound, I am also set free.
Though I am not dead, I cannot seem to live...
And love does not so much as care.
Though blinded, I see, and though mute, I scream.
And just as I long for health, I ask for death.
I hate myself because my heart does not belong to me.
In my sorrow I am whole, and happy in my anguish.
Nothing is right...not life nor death.
And dear Love, I utterly blame you.
Angels and DemonsThere's a feeling in my gut,
Of a decision to make,
Something else but,
It's new to take,
Opportunity of sorts, but is it right?
Truly alone, a choice in the night,
Or is it wrong? Should I perish the thought?
Sadly enough, that's all that we've got,
Angels and demons, crisscrossing existance,
Can you tell them apart when they dance so?
Do you know, even when they please in persistance,
Does it show? When you've met the right one? No?
Winding labrynth, of a deluded mind,
You still have hope, for all mankind,
White lie of a sin, you've lied to yourself,
Physical rendition, of thought itself,
Can you accept others, in the image they present?
Do you have a problem, with a black president?
Can the son of a sinner, change his mind,
When all around him are his kind?
Angels and demons, wearing the same uniform,
But of course you're used to this, it's been the norm,
Angels and demons, they're someone you love,
But are they from below, or from up above?
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