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I flinch as the steel edge stings.
From the pain these cruel syllables bring.
The sky is melting.
Rain is pelting.
No one is left to save the descent,
Of what this once meant.
Words can be such blades.
The wounds the carve never fade.
Words as weapons, fire and ice.
How did this happen, tears cloud your eyes.
Feel the bitterness fly like hail.
Watch your face grow drawn and pale.
The things spoken pierced you to the soul.
Now your strength starts to fold.
Words as weapons, fire and ice.
Now its gone, poisoned by lies.
The tower crumbles splintered by lightning.
And I stumble with no hope of finding,
A place that's safe in the dark.
The dagger of false affections has left its mark.
Fire and ice,
They pierce the night.
Words can be such blades.
The wounds the carve never fade.
Words as weapons, fire and ice.
How did this happen, tears cloud my eyes.
Feel the bitterness fly like hail.
Watch your face grow drawn and pale.
The things spoken pierced you to the soul.
Now your strength starts to fold.
Words as weapons, fire and ice.
Now its gone, poisoned by lies.
How does love turn to hate?
Can it really be too late?
I'd give up anything to find you.
But you don't want a rescue.
Words can be such blades.
The wounds the carve never fade.
Words as weapons, fire and ice.
How did this happen, tears cloud your eyes.
Feel the bitterness fly like hail.
Watch your face grow drawn and pale.
The things spoken pierced you to the soul.
Now your strength starts to fold.
Words as weapons, fire and ice.
Now its gone, poisoned by lies.
The wind howls around like a mournful spirit.
But I'm too numb too hear it.
For I am already singing my own lament.
She was hell bound and heaven sent.
Words can be such blades.
The wounds the carve never fade.
Words as weapons, fire and ice.
How did this happen, tears cloud your eyes.
Feel the bitterness fly like hail.
Watch your face grow drawn and pale.
The things spoken pierced you to the soul.
Now your strength starts to fold.
Words as weapons, fire and ice.
Now its gone, poisoned by lies.
My heart is emptied out, feel the skies tears fall.
Now lays on the ground, what was once strong and tall.
Weapons as words, fire and ice.
My cries go unheard, as I drown on sugar coated lies.
From the pain these cruel syllables bring.
The sky is melting.
Rain is pelting.
No one is left to save the descent,
Of what this once meant.
Words can be such blades.
The wounds the carve never fade.
Words as weapons, fire and ice.
How did this happen, tears cloud your eyes.
Feel the bitterness fly like hail.
Watch your face grow drawn and pale.
The things spoken pierced you to the soul.
Now your strength starts to fold.
Words as weapons, fire and ice.
Now its gone, poisoned by lies.
The tower crumbles splintered by lightning.
And I stumble with no hope of finding,
A place that's safe in the dark.
The dagger of false affections has left its mark.
Fire and ice,
They pierce the night.
Words can be such blades.
The wounds the carve never fade.
Words as weapons, fire and ice.
How did this happen, tears cloud my eyes.
Feel the bitterness fly like hail.
Watch your face grow drawn and pale.
The things spoken pierced you to the soul.
Now your strength starts to fold.
Words as weapons, fire and ice.
Now its gone, poisoned by lies.
How does love turn to hate?
Can it really be too late?
I'd give up anything to find you.
But you don't want a rescue.
Words can be such blades.
The wounds the carve never fade.
Words as weapons, fire and ice.
How did this happen, tears cloud your eyes.
Feel the bitterness fly like hail.
Watch your face grow drawn and pale.
The things spoken pierced you to the soul.
Now your strength starts to fold.
Words as weapons, fire and ice.
Now its gone, poisoned by lies.
The wind howls around like a mournful spirit.
But I'm too numb too hear it.
For I am already singing my own lament.
She was hell bound and heaven sent.
Words can be such blades.
The wounds the carve never fade.
Words as weapons, fire and ice.
How did this happen, tears cloud your eyes.
Feel the bitterness fly like hail.
Watch your face grow drawn and pale.
The things spoken pierced you to the soul.
Now your strength starts to fold.
Words as weapons, fire and ice.
Now its gone, poisoned by lies.
My heart is emptied out, feel the skies tears fall.
Now lays on the ground, what was once strong and tall.
Weapons as words, fire and ice.
My cries go unheard, as I drown on sugar coated lies.
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fire and ice.
i am from the world that ends in fire and ice.
i am from light and darkness, volcano and ash, living and dead. i am from all the words i've left unsaid, from the silence that speaks louder than the path i tread. i am from the poetry that i refuse to write, from the spaces between phrases that never turn out right.
i am from the one a.m. phone ringing, from "i love you, be okay." i am from the lungs that keep breathing, the heart that keeps beating as the ropes begin to fray.
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Sometimes I Wish
Sometimes, I wish I could forget.
Forget about how we would sit up in your bedroom and giggle in hushed voices,
Or forget how when you'd come over to my house we'd share secrets and wishes.
I wish I could forget how you'd tell me that I was beautiful, when really the beauty was always in you.
Sometimes, I wish I could forget.
Forget about all of our inside jokes, and how we spoke.
Or forget how I told you all my secrets and let you see everything in me.
I wish I could forget how much you knew.
Sometimes I wish I could forget.
Forget about how you'd always tell me that you wished you were better.
Or forget about how I always said t
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I never cry in the daylight
I know what it is to die,
curled up on the bed with the sheets
strewn about, leaking regret
into a pillow case
while daylight shines
through the window
as if everything is ordinary—
as if nothing died and
the world is as beautiful and
logical as ever.
I know what it is to sit
in a lonely room
with a dim lamp for light,
wanting desperately to cry,
but only able to sit
in silence as the nausea gnaws
and the images of toxic cleaner fluid
cocktails won’t subside
and cars keep driving by
outside the window,
their ghostly headlights
illuminating the darkness—
reminders that some people
still have a reason.
I know what
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Wooooow amazing, amazing piece! I love it to bits. This really seems to have a personality of its own - something rare among lyrics these days. I can really imagine how this would play out in a song. Have you made it into a song/do you have plans for it to be?