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What's to comeWhy should I fight,
If I'm never going to win,
Where is the light,
Is it somewhere locked within?
I don't know where to go,
Or what to do,
At a painful low,
I want to give up to be true.
You say I can't,
But why not,
By staying be free I shant,
Long enough haven't I fought?
So much confusion,
Don't know what to feel,
What is true what is illusion,
Don't know what is real.
Am I cared for,
Do I have friends,
Or do I just bore,
With problems never ends.
I just don't know,
Let me fall where I may,
Should I go,
Or shall I stay?
So many questions I ask,
But no answers I hear,
In scilence I bask,
Is death or happiness near?
MisunderstandingPitter Patter, goes the rain.
Her cry, filled with pain.
Where is he?
Where did he go?
Didn't I see him? Just a minute ago?
He was here, and now he's gone.
And now a thought begins to dawn....
He's left her, he's moved on.
She loved him, he loved her too.
Or so she thought, and in her mind, a plan begins to brew.
She'll get back at him, oh yes!
She will, she'll make him pay.
She'll even kill.
He took her heart.
She took her life.
And now that man has lost his wife.
He didn't leave her, he hadn't moved on.
He was too late....and now she's gone.
Pitter Patter goes the rain.
And now his cry is filled with pain.
Open CasketAn open casket,
a black rose.
I bend over her body,
my tears stain her clothes.
I feel their empty hugs,
they say I'm in their prayers.
As I mourn her death,
upon me are their stares.
They say they understand me,
say they know how I feel.
But I can see their steely glares,
they pretend this isn't real.
I say my dear goodbye,
they lower her into the ground.
I throw myself upon the dirt,
and weep without a sound.
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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