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I'm lost
Walking out under the night
I can tell all is not right
The lights are all gone
All is black
where did I go wrong
Don't know the way to turn
When will I ever learn
My pace begins to slow
A dark struggle
Which way should I go
Left behind the beaten track
There is now no turning back
Wandering with no hope
no goal or target
Losing the ability to cope
Can't work out what to do
Many routes, I've no clue
As the dark descends
There's no telling
Where the path ends
Stuck without any directions
Stalked by mental projections
Every corner hides a threat
Don't know where I am
Just know it ain't over yet
Left, right, straight ahead
endless routes in my head
away from a life left behind
But now I am lost
Lost alone in my own mind
Walking out under the night
I can tell all is not right
The lights are all gone
All is black
where did I go wrong
Don't know the way to turn
When will I ever learn
My pace begins to slow
A dark struggle
Which way should I go
Left behind the beaten track
There is now no turning back
Wandering with no hope
no goal or target
Losing the ability to cope
Can't work out what to do
Many routes, I've no clue
As the dark descends
There's no telling
Where the path ends
Stuck without any directions
Stalked by mental projections
Every corner hides a threat
Don't know where I am
Just know it ain't over yet
Left, right, straight ahead
endless routes in my head
away from a life left behind
But now I am lost
Lost alone in my own mind
Literature
A Fool
I never thought I would be here, in this position.
I never thought that I would let this happen to me.
I thought I was better than that.
I believed you.
You seemed so perfect.
Everything about you was exhilarating.
Flawless.
I believed you.
I would not listen to the warnings.
They did not know you like I did.
They were erroneous.
I believed you.
You have taken all I have.
Everything valuable to me is gone.
I just cannot the fact that
I believed you.
Literature
Thorns
I see you at first glace
Immediately captivated by your beauty
Your stem so strong and tall with pride
Your petals full of color and shape
I am a bud not yet blossomed
As I grow toward you
My stem embracing yours
I finally realize, you're covered in thorns
Literature
Conventional Tragedies
Her mother was a sphinx, she was her favorite riddle,
her father played lullabies on Lucifer's fiddle.
Her facade was a doll, with a torn out pull string,
she lost it in a battle with an innerspring.
Her hopes were static ivy that crackled so high,
white noise never failed in making her cry.
Her belly was a bird cage that was empty inside,
she buried the song in her mind when it died.
Her skin was a roadmap of savage tattoos,
and bruised evil eyes inked in with voodoo.
Her hair was a tangle of fate 'round her head,
so she cut it off madly, and colored it red.
Her heart was a temple, without any worship,
'till spiders replaced lov
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Something a little different - I know I have to break my stringent formatting with a different effort.
This is a step from normal - It came to my while I slept but forgot all of the lines only remembered the core plan and I've tried to replicate it.
This is a step from normal - It came to my while I slept but forgot all of the lines only remembered the core plan and I've tried to replicate it.
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Very nice; really captures that confusing and lonely moment, when we experience that feeling of being lost.