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I’ve never known such a feeling like this
All wrapped up and entwined in this sinister bliss.

I never thought my heart could be so cold
With my intentions so cruel and ideally bold.

I wouldn’t have guessed my mind to be so corrupted
Resulting in my true human nature to be fiercely interrupted.

I’d never imagine my hands clenching into such tight fists
That my palms would bleed to run so menacingly down my wrists.

I’d never known my mouth was able to speak words so vivid
Just to watch in absolute glee your face turning livid.

I could never think that I would manage to break innocent hearts so needlessly
Just to study in sickening satisfaction the tears rolling down your cheeks endlessly.

No way on earth did I know my blood would pump so hot and fast?
Just so I could live a little longer and watch your pain last.

No oath to heaven would I know my eyes could flash with such dangerous softness
Only to stand and watch the light around you turn to darkness.

No holly pledge would have seen me so consumed in this lucid fate
To turn this broken heart once filled with love into hate.
©2008-2009 ~The-Lady-Vader
:iconthe-lady-vader:

Author's Comments

Hmmm, ok so this is a little different and instead of just putting down 3 dots I think I should explain myself a little.

Only wrote this down last night, going through one of those moments were you refelct on all the bad shit you've gone through and experience that overwhelming emotion of hatred for the people who were at fault or were envolved with the bad shit I was talking about.

And deffenetly not my best, just jotted it down as it came and very uneddited.

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:iconlil-richo:
That's awesome hun! Well done

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Normal is driving through traffic to get to work in a car that you are still paying for to pay for the car and the house you live in that you leave vacant all day so you can afford to live in it :D
:iconoblivialice:
I really like this, good job. ^^ I think, though, in the last stanza you maybe meant 'holy' instead of 'holly'?

Anyways, :+fav:

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"Verse is not written, it is bled;
Out of the poet's abstract head.
Words drip the poem on the page;
Out of his grief, delight, and rage." - Paul Engle
:iconthe-lady-vader:
Oh....yes, lol I did meen holy, my bad! Thanks! :)

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“Tell me one last thing! Is this real? Or has this been happening inside my head?”
“Of course it is happening inside your head, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?”
:iconthe-lady-vader:
Thankies babe! :)

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“Tell me one last thing! Is this real? Or has this been happening inside my head?”
“Of course it is happening inside your head, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?”
:iconoblivialice:
No problem! ^^

--
"Verse is not written, it is bled;
Out of the poet's abstract head.
Words drip the poem on the page;
Out of his grief, delight, and rage." - Paul Engle

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