What sick
twisted game.
knife to skin
it sinks in
what I want
what I know
liquid stains
the floor
tomorrow's scar
what I wanted
what I used to know
Sirens ring
The pounding.
In my head
What I want to know
What no one knows
They hover
As the game
Called agony
Comes to an End
I am that black paint
the one you don't use
dark and damp
my fumes are nauseous
you stay away
from my depsair
I sit in the corner
Alone
Where I blend in
My hands
With the blood of a forgotten dream
My hands
With the skin of a lost hope
My hands
With the wounds of a better time
The rope is tearing
It falls apart
It breaks away
It tears
It tears
My hands
With the sweat of a vicious error
My hands
With the pain of a twisted fate
My hands
With the grip of a fading memory
The rope is slipping
I fall apart
I break away
I slip
I slip
My hands...
I see that cold hammer
Smashing away my summer
Delusions erode
My building
The stapes of the equinox
Enfold at the base
Crumbling
Down in the ashes of autumn
The past and present
The future
The future
Let's all evolve
Let's all evolve...
Revolution!
I see the puddle of blood
In the bottom of winter
Broken pieces of my life
Above the sunshine of summer
I dance and dance
On what once was
My grave
In the colorful reflections of Autumn
The past and present
The future
The future
Let's all evolve
Let's all evolve...
Revolution!
I see a light in the distance
Spring time takes me away
To never look back
On the hearta
This a requiem for the soul
Take the leap
Show us what you know
Time will surely go
The journey to an end
This a requiem for the soul
Defeat makes you glow
Inhibition's eclipse
Show us what you know
The come back blow
Open your wings
This a requiem for the soul
A rapture; fellow
Embrace the heavens
Show us what you know
There are no obstacles
Your new dis-course
This a requiem for the soul
Show us what you know
The Thief And The Poet by The2ndComing, literature
Literature
The Thief And The Poet
Stolen...
dreams of gold
and glory...
my pocket is
empty
like my heart...
I am broke
broken...
make it stop
make it stop
The thief and the poet
without one
there is no other
Life...
the crime
it happened...
the ash of night
like my heart
full of darkness...
I am broke
broken...
make it stop
make it stop
The thief and the poet
without one there is no other
Ink...
The man
Missing...
He writes with
a quill...
plucked
from my heart...
I am broke
broken...
make it stop
make it stop
The thief and the poet
without one there is no other
Life ignites
Bridges burn
The culprit...
In the mirror
Shards of glass
Knuckles Crackle
Suffocation...
On your doorstep...
Blood on my shoes
Time to clean
and let go
I walk closer
The victim...
and the guilty...
I look...
Distorted figures
Blood on my shoes
The culprit...
Fading away
The innocent on his knees
The facet of redemption
Lends its hand to hope
As tears wipe his face clean
What sick
twisted game.
knife to skin
it sinks in
what I want
what I know
liquid stains
the floor
tomorrow's scar
what I wanted
what I used to know
Sirens ring
The pounding.
In my head
What I want to know
What no one knows
They hover
As the game
Called agony
Comes to an End
I am that black paint
the one you don't use
dark and damp
my fumes are nauseous
you stay away
from my depsair
I sit in the corner
Alone
Where I blend in
My hands
With the blood of a forgotten dream
My hands
With the skin of a lost hope
My hands
With the wounds of a better time
The rope is tearing
It falls apart
It breaks away
It tears
It tears
My hands
With the sweat of a vicious error
My hands
With the pain of a twisted fate
My hands
With the grip of a fading memory
The rope is slipping
I fall apart
I break away
I slip
I slip
My hands...
I see that cold hammer
Smashing away my summer
Delusions erode
My building
The stapes of the equinox
Enfold at the base
Crumbling
Down in the ashes of autumn
The past and present
The future
The future
Let's all evolve
Let's all evolve...
Revolution!
I see the puddle of blood
In the bottom of winter
Broken pieces of my life
Above the sunshine of summer
I dance and dance
On what once was
My grave
In the colorful reflections of Autumn
The past and present
The future
The future
Let's all evolve
Let's all evolve...
Revolution!
I see a light in the distance
Spring time takes me away
To never look back
On the hearta
This a requiem for the soul
Take the leap
Show us what you know
Time will surely go
The journey to an end
This a requiem for the soul
Defeat makes you glow
Inhibition's eclipse
Show us what you know
The come back blow
Open your wings
This a requiem for the soul
A rapture; fellow
Embrace the heavens
Show us what you know
There are no obstacles
Your new dis-course
This a requiem for the soul
Show us what you know
The Thief And The Poet by The2ndComing, literature
Literature
The Thief And The Poet
Stolen...
dreams of gold
and glory...
my pocket is
empty
like my heart...
I am broke
broken...
make it stop
make it stop
The thief and the poet
without one
there is no other
Life...
the crime
it happened...
the ash of night
like my heart
full of darkness...
I am broke
broken...
make it stop
make it stop
The thief and the poet
without one there is no other
Ink...
The man
Missing...
He writes with
a quill...
plucked
from my heart...
I am broke
broken...
make it stop
make it stop
The thief and the poet
without one there is no other
The Lantern On The Green by The2ndComing, literature
Literature
The Lantern On The Green
The lantern on the green
The world can be seen
Benevolent and Malevolent
The Glow of intent
Oh The lantern on the green
Nothing as keen
The days fall
Life, nothing at all
The Lantern on the green
Knows what it all means
Have you ever wondered if you were living a lie? What if the one thing your entire life revolved around was derived from some sort of abnormality?
How does one even define normal? People are so hellbent on others fitting societal norms, hegemony becomes an infectious disease. The fact is societal norms influence our study of cultures and people. Mental disorders are not actually diagnosed and classified until there is evidence that certain attributes and tendencies of an individual interfere with everyday functionality. Why define socializing as an important aspect of functionality? No i am not anti-social and no I am not socially deviant.
I am working on a novel right now. I am not sure how far along I will get but I am at least 2 chapters in. I don't think i will post it on DA since I want to have exclusive rights to it. To sum it up though, its going to be mind bending-psychological drama with a fantasy setting. That's a mouth full i know! I haven't been working on poetry but I plan to take a crack at it soon.
I hate summer! I don't like the heat but I also can't stand the cold. Is there a place with perfect winters and summers?