Newest
the wasteland A wasteland of shit as a world....the wasteland
Walking,walking till i bleed...but nothing can stop me now... After all i've seen...the wasteland wont catch me now... Or will it?what's that smoke in the horizon? Better start running too late for thinking... Running,running till i die...all because of a world of lie... The wasteland has got me...
The wasteland has bled me dry..
by ~another-schizoid
the devil pt.2 I am now at my most hopeless when the devil dies after all. Or so it seems. It was far from immortal, as illusions tend to vanish rather quickly. Revealing in their stead the ugly reality that had made them come true in the first place. I am now tormented not by the fires of a hell in which i longed to remain forever, but by the thick fog of an uncertainty let loose by words... "get out". All she had to say was this, and from hell she cast me down even deeper, to forever ponder these harsh words, lest she take away the veil of their secret but guessed meaning... "get out"....of her life? wthe devil pt.2
by ~another-schizoid
The devilIt's the devil.The devil
It devours my soul. It anhihilates all things not it. It precedes my very needs. It's burning through the walls of my mind. It's clawing through the bones of my skull. It makes me blind to all else. It steals the color away from everything and everyone, only to wear them itself. It murders reason in my head. It genocides the world in my mind. It wont tolerate anything else in me. It takes all of me, leaves nothing for the rest. It makes a nova out of the sparkle. It turns itself into god. It's the devil.
It will make you fee
by ~another-schizoid
the journeyman On and on he goes, following the followers of the followed... On and on he goes, never knowing where yet knowing he cant stop... In and out he flows, careless, choiceless and most of all thoughtless...the journeyman
He is second to none, king of his own mind... He is yet enslaved...enslaved to a life he cant find... He makes no error since he never made a choice... He never talks his mind he lets pretty words do it in his stead... He walks in a straight line, never looking back, and with a steady pace he strides through life and onwards to his and your only salvation : death.
And so he jo
by ~another-schizoid
Favourites
No favourites yet.
Watchers
Journal
No journal entries yet.
deviantID
No deviantID yet.
Devious Info
No devious info yet.
deviantART Community Board
Comments
Site Map
©2009 deviantART. All rights reserved
--
This is where I'm supposed to put some profound quote, I guess. I'll pass. Profound quotes are for profound people.
~mordredt02
later
Previous PageNext Page