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AddictionEveryone has an addiction. A very own poison which slowly confuses, satisfies and then destroys the mind... It may be caffeine, tobacco, LSD, love (which is a terrible thing to be hooked on, I saw frinds of mine nearly killing themselves over this one, it simply ate their soul... But be aware, do not confuse it with lust), but one thing which terrifies me is the growing ammount of people who are fond of the darkness in their hearts, feeding its hunger with fear and death, just to become one part of the machinery of fear.
Most of them are not even aware of it, they get a kick by seeing tortured bodies, by feeling stronger because of things they never accomplished, not strong enough to escape nor to see they are powerless, and their fragile bodies fuse together to one chunk of bizarre, non-credible cretins...
This arrogance, this strength in numbers weakening them... It is the worst addiction of them all, leading to more and more of them zombies...
one little thing called lifeE They lied.
Go fuck yourself...
Drugs, drugs is all they Do These days
Calling me weak for having a Life
And Not hanging around
And Not taking shots, smoking pot, wasting blood and money
They are the people they never wanted to become
And i cannot help
For i Don't Know them anymore
I cannot kill them
They are killing themselves
They are killing my nerves
They are making their mothers cry in pain for they have lost their children due to a cheap drug, they are selling their brains for q cheap thrill
May god Bless the stupid and the bored
For i have no mercy on them anymore
The human formMany long nights thoughts have entered my mind.
The human race has become more than just a race...
It has become an oppression.
Men fighting men. Women killing women.
And that is not even violent yet.
Powerful weapons for everyone,
so that strong arms or minds do not even matter anymore
And every day, new children are born...
Asphalt is their new father
And screens are their new mothers
Even though it should be seen as a crime...
To throw an innocent being into this devil's pit.
Why should not death be an option?
To end a life before it can be tainted or worse?
To prevent a pure soul from becoming a part of this society?
It may be too late to save myself from this twisted hellhole...
But the insanity I have learned from the people keeps me alive...
Makes me stay alive...
For I have realized
That most people live like Zombies
Looking away and seeing neither good nor bad in their mortal existence
And instead visualizing another kind of reality.
ShardsI don't want to be the glass in thy hand
But still you drop me, see if I land
on the ground, or I break
Just by your will
Is it a joy or just a sick thrill?
And you still watch me falling, pretending you're attatched
And I fall to the ground, waiting to be catched...
Letter to nobodyAll of these days...
All of these days I have tried to talk to her...
Now my times are over, life has teared us apart...
All which is left for me is my words...
No experience, no happiness, but also no pain
For most of my feelings I have betrayed already
I really hate this life
Deep in the nights I try to clear my mind
From the picture I have made
The picture how I saw her
Maybe if I lose my sight
I will not be blind to fall for anyone
I will not make the same mistakes again and again anymore
But I run in circles. Spirals.
I run away from a problem
To repeat my actions
To repeat my mistakes I had made
To repeat promising this would never happen again
To repeat my mistakes
Over and over again
But if I think about it...
As long as my heart breaks
Even though I may never cry
It proves me I still have a soul
Watching each others step
Here and there
It's like a trap
A trap you can not escape
They are trapped, too, but they don't see
That trapped they always will be
Escape their God
Escape their good
As in their graves they rot
And still think they are free
Taking cattle for food
As soon as they see
What they eat
They want it to be freed
How hypocritical and stupid they act
They are not abstract
Truth about GodFollow, follow, follow
Your mind seems to be hollow
Do not think or act
It could harm, affect
Which lies in pieces
Under your feet
You are an empty sheet
Your mind following the path of every man
And still you think you can
Change your path? Feel my wrath! I am thee in who you believe
And i tell you: you will never recieve
My undying love
I am economy
The WeedDenied the spore which lay on the ground
The master did ignore it
But when human wandered, found
It might give them a clear hit
On their minds no longer
Clear pictures in their brains
But on the other hand
All their pains
Ignored, denied and
Soon they felt much stronger
Soon the weakest human was
Chosen to lead their land
But it was no friend, indeed,
A slow and stupid king he was
Soon he went and then he banned
The weed which gave them strength
Not the first, the tenth
In their row, he went and promised "I let it grow"
The weed, the weed, from the seed
It made forget me about
The things, the things, time repeats again, again
About the things I don't speak aloud
The things in life which always doubt
THat's when I fled from beaten route
No experience I cannot gain
The weed, the weedling, the evil deedling
Human take it, use it
Taint it, abuse it, makes a saint turn to shit
The spice supposed to stop my bleeding
Myself with poison I've been feeding
MadmanThis is the future
We see it, we know
It will to us show
Never what will happen
This is the day
Where you will not rest
Because God detests
The way laziness makes you stop
Stitch your wounds painful with suture
Into life's traps you will tap in
Throw all of your days just away
You are the bad seed, on your land nothing will crop
And you throw away thoughts
And you get some new ones
Not only one, I mean lots
Remember, remember that day you could have done better? It is too late to change, too late I say
You have wasted that one day
And not only one, many of them
Simple Girl Complicated ProblemsI know I am not the daughter you wanted
But at least you got it right the second time
My little sister found her place in your hearts
But I feel I have never really found mine
Why would you care to listen to your first born?
When you have a fresh blank canvas to create
All of those things that you wish I could have been
Had I not developed such negative traits
But those negative traits make me who I am
And shouldn't you love me without condition?
See my stubbornness as being strong minded
And when I talk, don’t interrupt just listen
I know I am not the daughter you wanted
I scowl but I still need your loving embrace
Though you barely acknowledge my existence
Apart from to tell me what I've done wrong today
But why would you ever want to talk to me
When an argument is never far away?
It’s the tone of your voice that hurts me the most
Rather than the words that you choose to say
To think I was once a baby in your arms
With such innocent eyes I could do no wrong
In many ways I
Little BirdLittle bird,
where have you flown?
how much have you grown?
How is your broken wing?
The one that I cared for,
that I put in a sling.
do you think of me
as I do you?
Do you wonder where I've gone,
what I've gone through?
do visit me again;
you've been the only one
I've ever loved;
my only true friend.
My Personal DevilHis kiss was that of fiery coal,
A peppermint-feel upon cracked lips.
His hands had gripped my soul —
Oh, the feel of ecstasy!
His eyes obtained the celestial sky
And were like the chilly arctic breeze.
There was no chance that I could deny
Such lively things…
His alabaster skin was so gentle, so smooth,
Mocking a similarity of mine as I awake at sunrise.
His touch had a way to soothe
The scorches upon my body…
My personal devil’s love was euphoria;
He had wrapped me in his hellish ways.
My body had been eaten away by chorea.
Yet, I crave his blaze.
Ignite me in the love you share!
Burn me with your singeing lips.
Show me how much you care!
Then drown me in your flickering flames.
His heated hands were placed upon my face.
His snakes spiraling up my legs.
Our lips were near a kiss, which he did not place,
And, instead, withdrew himself.
His deadly presence, his own personal darkness,
Was brightened by the sun.
I slowly awoke in emptiness
And lost my personal d
PerfectionWhat is perfection and what is not?
Does anybody know that besides god?
Is someone out there who can tell me?
Or do I have to do die and ask god, maybe?
Question over question flying through my brain.
If I don’t find perfection, will my life be in vain?
Everyone had flaws and makes mistakes.
Maybe I have to lower the stakes.
I’m looking for one, just one perfect thing only.
But as time goes by even I get lonely.
Cold and empty, but beating is my heart.
I want perfection, even if it’s just a shard!
Moving on as the time passes me by.
No perfection, no matter how far I fly.
Each and every place, no perfection there.
Can humans be perfect and worlds rightful heir?
Now I am standing close to the edge, full of fear.
Suddenly it comes to me, I smile and see it clear.
No matter how and where you grow up, you are perfection.
Because you are only you and not someones copy or reflection.
No AirI never expected to love you.
I never expected to care.
I never thought you would be on my mind.
I never noticed if you were there.
I don't know when it started,
But I hope it never ends.
The way I feel with you tonight
Is more than I can comprehend.
And when you talk
about things that I don't know
I lose my mind a little.
But I love the way you glow
I can't help the butterflies
I can't concentrate when I'm with you
The truth is -- if I'm honest --
Sometimes I want to kiss you.
So maybe it's no secret,
And maybe you don't care,
But when I see you my heart beats fast
And suddenly there is no air.
ParasiteWhen the day turns into night,
it begins, the everyday fight.
They begin to talk in my head.
If anybody found out they would tell me I’m mad.
I don’t know if the one who thinks is me.
Can’t these voices just let me be?
Speaking and confusing my thoughts.
For me these things are only frauds.
What if the things that I think are not mine?
Should I just lay here and whine?
I think they corrupted my soul.
No, maybe even my body as a whole.
This is the side of me that I have never shown.
At times like these it is dangerous to be alone.
My head feels like it’s blown off with dynamite.
I don’t know, maybe my brain is occupied by a parasite.
Peace is a lieHello there, why don’t we take a walk?
While we take a walk, I would really like to talk.
Did you ever asked yourself what is wrong with this world?
Why people are so screwed up in the head and their thoughts are twirled?
It is no secret that the world is at war.
And falling down are the masks that they wore.
Something in their heads seems to be broken.
Humanity is a monster and it has been woken.
When you think about it everything is a lie.
The only question you will have is: why?
Everyone is hoping for the big release.
But don’t be stupid, there is no peace.
DescendSomething dark and something cold
like iron gripped my soul
and in the chains I was shackled
Two halves, once a whole.
Grim and cruel was the dungeon
that was created by my mind
in which love and loss battled
but remained intertwined.
And in the end it was clear
that love could never win
that loss presides over all
my dark dungeon, wherein.
But in the final moments
of their battle in my head
love took leave and descended
to reside in my heart instead.
Wind GrownQuiet grown
With green and ground
The ash and sound
Until the green has 'nother play
A wat'ry stream
Down with a tide
Across the beam
The first to know the last of one
Breath of space
Carved by your arm
A heady place
Awaits no harm
Because no eyes will watch or plea
Wind is wrapt
Around you braced
By time that kept
You wings misplaced
One cannot fly where wearies went
Height and breadth
Come with the stars
While nourished wealth
From flanks and far
The form is kept but not the brain
Stones will crack
Under your weight
Streams run black
The light you take
Unknown on high there's but your will
The path you made
Will flood and break
No more remained
Your flanks are slaked
Come back when you are broke and burned
Now hole refilled
Where life was held
The ash was forged
Until the wind the self will stay
We are ApocalypseA bright fire in the sky
Women get raped, some people die
They call it sun, they call life bright
Whilst i am waiting for the night
Kids battle each other with guns and knifes
Just after their start they end their lives
Fascists again gain political power
Whoever voted for them is and idiot or coward
Robots are roaming the street
Working for energy and heat
Whilst being blind, until their graves
They will be just some zombie slaves
I watch it happening every night
I would not say that future's bright
In this world of misery
There is no real nice place to be
Children going insane fast
Drugs, every breath may be their last
Armies fighting global wide
No one cares nor asks them why
This is hell? No! It's here and now
The world, a madhouse, just like every day
People don't realize, might lift a brow
And believe not a word i say
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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