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and they all fell before us
the gutters ran red that day
with pride we beat our breasts
bellowed war cries because
berserker warriors feel no pain
raged, oh yes we raged and bled
annihilated reasoning with the smell of war
and we committed our atrocities
drank in the fear of our enemies
and bathed ourselves in their blood
bones crunched, and fluids flew
we were God's of death slaying everything
the bodies piled up
my mind slowed
I bled from a thousand wounds
and you looked glorious killing
covered in the blood of our foes
I had never loved you more
as my knees buckled you were all I saw
vision tunneling down to you
we had won and you were safe
so alive and beautiful as you ran to me
I smiled a terrible sight for sure
you swept up my limp form
you had seen death a million and now one times
you knew I had no hope, no life left
we raged and they all fell before us
my love I know you will not cry
it is not our way
we were the wolves never the prey
born to fight, born to die with honor
they all fell and so did I
People 2People like me are the lost ones in the crowd
People like me can't afford to feel proud
people like me are the erased trails
We are treated like the coffin nails
people like me will forgive, but they won't forget the betrayal
We are the ones who won't fail
people like me have no home, they have no name
no happiness no joy it's all the same
people like have no sense of humor
people like me are so dark ,and yes you should believe the rumor
people like me since their birth they saw the world in black
We are the ones who can survive under attack
people like me can feel the claws of pain under their skin and they won't complain
people like me are murdered everyday over and over again
people like me are the scar at this nation face
people like me are the incurable ones,
they are the hopeless cases
The BasementStanding before the yawning darkness
which seems to stretch an insurmountable distance,
fear trembling, heart beating
facing the void like entering into the
belly of a beast.
Somewhere from down within
waifs a pungent musty odor,
taking deep breaths and trying
to dispel irrational fears.
One foot in front of the other
down the creaking stairs,
steadily the sliver of light,
the only comfort hovering above
begins to disappear.
As if devoured by hungry shadows,
take a breath, count to ten ,
floor boards groan in protest.
nothing here but old boxes, dust
The laughter vibrates off the walls,
a door slams with a finite air
cutting off the only escape,
swallowed in the darkness
AsmodeusI fall inside the black abyss
I can't see anything...I am lost in the mist
The silver tears flowing down my face,
broken wings and blind eyes,
black blood and red madness
Will I ever forget you?Your beauty is shining
in my eyes...don't look at me,I am not the one I once was
The roses became tainted by my own fears
Don't cry,your soul will be saved
but I'm helpless...
I am the lust within your eyes,
the fire from your heart,
the beauty written on your face,
the beast of your desire
Forever lost in this world of eternal youth
Touch me,release me and take away my pain
I know I'm a sinner,but my blood will share your grieve
Now,come closer...dance with me,get lost in my flames
My body will hide yours under the moonlight
this night of fear will be endless...
pulls me out
of my dream.
There is a
yet I cannot
you so wish
I cannot escape
as it approaches.
No words form
upon my lips
to cast a curse
in any tongue.
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not suit you.
A leech, feeding
on my soul just
to find the words
you cannot say
in my presence;
but behind my
back you glow
You shine with
a false sense
that will never
more than a
August 9th, 2010
find that piece, that loose little flap
no hesitation, just start pulling it back
reveal the all that's underneath
beneath that scarred rough skin
strip it all away, see what you see
watch it all start to leak out
the pure dark pain inside of me
now you will run, you will flee
but you stay to look deeper still
shocking that I see no fear in your eyes
still following that small light gleam
that inner small bright beauty in me
now you know all there is to know
you hold in your mind the truth
and in your hand sits my inner nova
will you keep it safe or extinguish it
show me that my trust is not misplaced
because I laid here in patience
letting you strip it all away
let you replay all of my pain
I am giving that last good piece to you
in an unending relentless love
I give all the light I have left
gripped tightly in your hand
to crush, to throw away
to cherish, to have eternally
Challengedream me a dream of unspeakable horrors
of blood drenched corpses ripped from morgues
stalking the light of life to extinguish it in jealousy
mindless and fearsome in their need to feed
of demons who dance through the night
ripping me apart limb from torso as blood flies
and they laugh manically at my pain filled cries
of children most gruesome and deformed
giggling furiously while they play hopscotch
jumping over my sun bleached bones
dream me into a dream of unspeakable horrors
so that i find something
something other than me
for i am my darkness
the fear that creeps
there is no creature more fearsome then me
so dream the ghoulish, the brutal, the terror you see
find something more horrific then i can be
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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