Wickedly Sweet Killer Touch by Maryyas-Darkness, literature
Literature
Wickedly Sweet Killer Touch
Stomp the ground.
Hitting the street.
Running the town.
Every move made.
Feels so wicked.
So sweet.
Take the floor.
Spinning around.
You kill me with your touch.
Shivers take over my spine.
As I kiss you sweetly.
My wicked toxin.
You turn me inside out.
As I hit the ground.
Spinning Spinning.
Do ya? Do ya?
Wanna turn the lights out?
Something about you....
Has got a hold on me.
Take the floor.
Spinning around.
Killing me with your touch.
Would it be wrong to stay?
Would it be wrong to sing?
My wicked toxin.
Keep my song playing.
As I hit the floor.....
Wickedly sweet, as you kill me with your touch.
Second Glances and Messed Up Chances by fateandfireworks, literature
Literature
Second Glances and Messed Up Chances
Hello there stranger, it's been a while since I've called.
I didn't mean to let you down, but you were more than I was asking for.
Can we take a step back, you know some things are better left unsaid.
Now if one night is all you're asking for, I'm sure we can try this again.
(Let's start again).
Can we turn the clocks back, maybe we can live this night again.
You know I've heard the rumours, just like you,
"There's nothing there that constitutes as 'just friends'".
There's a reason this hasn't been mentioned, it's one of those things
that should remain unsaid (let it stay unsaid).
And all these feelings are so confusing, and please
The days are coming...
Slowly to an end....
Leave me some morphine...
So I can ease away from the pain....
I may not be perfect
I may not be pretty...
But I have plans...
Plans of escape.
He tries to run my life.
But I know better.
I've got the father's spirit in me.
In his eyes I'm both.
I swear I'm not leaving.
I'm not going anywhere.
Even death can't take me away.
My heart and soul still will remain.
With my father watching over me.
I know things will be good.
Not right away.
I need to work through things.
No matter what my father holds me close.
When I want to cry.
When I want to die.
My father cares for me.
Give m
Sitting on these empty roads.
I'll survive to the end, till my heart explodes.
When your tears turn to blood.
Your mind starts to waver.
You better run like hell
To escape the madness of this world.
The end is coming
As we are all learning.
This world is crazy
It isn't safe anymore.
You know you better run.
Cause it hurts like hell.
Sitting around this maddening house
Causing you harm and pain.
You best be running
Hard and fast
We have to escape.
Escape this place.
This place of insanity.
Insanity blooming.
You know...
You know...
There is no escape.
No safe place.
Away from this maddening insanity.
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis by Maryyas-Darkness, literature
Literature
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis
I can tell you're seeing me..
But you aren't really noticing...
The emotions showing on my face...
Are the real things I need to say.
It shows in my eyes...
My emotions are true....
Never to unwind.
Stained cheeks with tears
Fear filling the womb of wombs
As I curl back from the lies of the world.
I can't understand
I can't believe
I don't want to try.
Never...
These lies being told.
The ones in power holding back human kind.
Our will never letting us give up the struggle.
Never understanding.
I fear for others.
I fear for the children.
I fear for the weak.
(Verse 1)
I spent my time around the world,
as my only defense,
for every time I settle down,
I break my soul,
and over years that'v passed,
I've come to think,
of a question that sits inside my mind,
I had to ask after all this time,
after all that I've done,
would you love me still,
but that's not my question,
you'll learn you'll see,
it's just been long,
since I've spoke to you,
my words are twisted in my brain,
here try just to reason with me,
(Chorus)
If you had sixty seconds to even live,
would you waste your time out here with me,
if you had sixty seconds to even think,
would you think of me in anyway,
if you h
The angel cries,
The angel cries.
With tearing eyes,
It sees the sky,
Its wings are clipped,
Its hands are tied.
Its feet are cuffed,
It's cold inside.
Have you ever seen the sky,
The way it has?
Locked behind bars,
Visible to only it?
Well if you haven't,
How can you still judge?
When you know nothing,
Of the pain it feels?
It's made a wish,
Long since forgotten.
It longs for a freedom,
That will never come.
Like a dove in a cage,
Like a mouse in a trap.
Like an... earth bound angel...
Have you ever seen the sky,
The way it has?
Locked behind bars,
Visible to only it?
Well if you haven't,
How can you still judge?
Creating Art In Our Heads.
The Sound Of War Resounds.
Sudden Fears Striking Down.
The Artists Of The World
To Be Honest.
The Art Is In Us.
We Must Believe.
To Be One Together.
A Group Of Artists.
Who Love To Create.
We Love Everything In Art.
Even Our Mistakes.
We Learn From Those.
We Take Care.
We Enjoy Our Freedom.
In Our Artsy Air.
We Inspire Others.
With Our Creativity.
We should All Make Art
Not War.
She did it for you. by Maryyas-Darkness, literature
Literature
She did it for you.
Her heart is broken,
She doesn't know what to do.
She doesn't know how to react.
She can't feel anything.
She can't see any colors.
The colors just fade away.
She can't reach her soul.
The pain is too much.
She knew this was to happen.
She knew this was real.
She knew this all along.
She's falling behind.
She's forced to let go.
She's been frozen in time.
A pain she can't ignore.
Time will tell it's tale.
She was told to sacrifice it all.
Tell her she's frozen.
She can't do it.
Even though it was for you.
Just tell her she's frozen.
Her soul is hiding.
Her mind is fading.
Her heart is slowing.
You will never know.
Her
Eyes crack open
in the late afternoon
Found a little note,
said "Hope to see ya soon"
Stomach turning
Feelin hungover
Head's bout to explode,
Like a supernova.
Crawled outta bed,
Stumbled out the room
Dreading the sun,
And the traffic too.
The day is too heavy
This day is too hot.
Do I go into work?
I think I'd rather not.
And so I called in sick.
And the boss was pissed.
Mad as I ever seen.
But I'm too hungover for this.
So I threw my phone.
Went out the damn window.
Laid back down in bed.
And you all should know.
It felt .sooooo nice.
I'm the big bad wolf, prowling round in the city
Looking for my girl and