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echo, probably the saddest word in the world.
echo, the death of a sound that has nowhere to go but to come back.
echo, the beaten wife who loves him too much to get away.
echo, the methhead who is broke and getting worse.
echo, the whore with three kids and no real job.
echo, probably the saddest people in the world.
i am an echo. you are an echo.
we have nowhere to go but to come back to our destruction
since it is the only thing standing between us and absolute nothingness.
echo, the death of a sound that has nowhere to go but to come back.
echo, the beaten wife who loves him too much to get away.
echo, the methhead who is broke and getting worse.
echo, the whore with three kids and no real job.
echo, probably the saddest people in the world.
i am an echo. you are an echo.
we have nowhere to go but to come back to our destruction
since it is the only thing standing between us and absolute nothingness.
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let the sky be lost.
you and i,
we're not cut-outs from a story-book.
not misshaped and deformed pieces
of a broken star, unable to burst into
a supernova.
you're just the truth.
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'i'm not telling you i love you
if i don't mean it. i hate when people
do that. they don't know what it
means.'
'so you won't say it?'
'no, i won't. not yet. not until i do.'
'that's good,' i smile a bit.
'something wrong?'
'not really.'
'no, you don't get it.'
'i don't think i do.'
'telling someone you love them when you
don't is like going to a tea party dressed
up in a ball gown: overdoing it. and nobody
cares. only the person in the gown cares.
all it does is
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what we didn't want came true
it was you against me and me against the wall
pushing and shoving into me, forcing apart my legs
i felt my hips dig into yours and my head hit the flat surface
i screamed and screamed and screamed but nothing happened except
the touch of your lips against my skin, and under it the breaking of my brittle bones
you clasped your hands around my throat and held tight
the air began to close off, and my lungs felt weak
tears appeared and bruises started to swell all over my body
"stop" i plead, but you just laughed
and unbuttoned my blouse.
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it were days like today where i felt
used, broken and too fucked up
to even glance at my
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Further Away
She walks away from me,
And I don't know how it makes me feel
It seems to be slipping away,
And I don't know if was even real
My mind screams stay!
But part of me wouldn't have it any other way
It's like they always say:
One step closer,
Another step further away
She walks on water to me...
Wherever she is ...is where I want to be
It gets harder to take each day,
She walks away from all the promises I make
I hear myself scream.....
Don't you walk away from me!
But like a vision that I sense,
She disappears into the mist
To have her by my side,
Is the one thing I've always prayed
But every time I get near her,
She just seem
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even complete agony is better than utter loneliness.
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full title: the saddest echoes are the ones no one can hear.
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TWO DEVIATIONS IN ONE DAY
OMG I AM A SPAMMER D:
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full title: the saddest echoes are the ones no one can hear.
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TWO DEVIATIONS IN ONE DAY
OMG I AM A SPAMMER D:
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"echo, the death of a sound that has nowhere to go but to come back."
such exquisite beauty.
such exquisite beauty.