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Why I DiedCan I tell you how I died?
Why it rhymes with suicide.
Not because, I fell ill.
Not because, I swallowed pills.
Soon you'll see why I lie still.
Not because, I have drowned.
Not because of, Russian Roulette's
Deaf words of mine,
preach no sound.
Not because, the fault of life
Not because, the sharpened knife.
Real reason, why, tears went dry.
Not because, I jumped to fall.
Not because, this body I mauled.
The more I remember,
the harder too recall.
The true answer is i'm,
But to me,
the meaning of suicide:
ShadesI am the stone which bleeds a gradient of grey
I am the bone which glows a gradient of white
I am the flesh which renders a shade of blue
I am the brain, a feeding frenzy of many colors
I am the teeth which consumes these shades
I am the throat which regurgitates black
I once was once the crow who pecked at the dirt
I am now the raven hollow with a smirk
Waltz by MidnightI slip on black, strapped
White eye, in night sky, sirens beckon soon.
To inhale, Waltz, and court the moon.
By instinct, by blood-lust,
Under moonlight, fog;
I'll Waltz with corpses, in their graves.
With this curse, I must atone.
Famished beast within, makes it's home.
At least I don't have to dance alone.
Moon, Moon, take my hand.
Moon, moon may
I have this dance?
Moon, moon, a lycans delight.
Let's Waltz by Midnight.
"Rest in peace"
Or at least,
what we all think it means.
How may I rest, six feet under;
in a tomb?
Alone and cold, in soiled womb?
They said, after death,
"You have nothing to worry."
"Reside in purgatory"
Why bury me in damp grave?
So far away from heavens gates?
I feel the warmth, know it well.
Another half inch, I'd burn in hell.
But in this shell, lifeless; sedated.
Ironic you wanted me cremated.
Is this wrong? Or is this right?
jokes on me I guess that's life.
At least for some,
"Reveal in Paradise"
Pure evilPungent is the aroma that leaves us in a coma
whisks our dreams into wild fire
dousing us in the purge
Screaming wild flailing burning
Am I malicious? Thou am.
Am I sadistic? Thou am.
Am I evil? Thou be.
Pain because I love you
Suffer because I love you
My hopes drowned ago on sandy shore
Yet waters be waters, glimmering and pure.
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