|Show me your soul and I'll drink it down like fire.|
Looking UpPleasant.Looking Up by Zed-of-Venice
Yesterday was pleasant.
It took me by surprise, to be honest.
It's just been so long since things have felt this... okay.
This calm and settled and normal.
It's like my head's gone quiet. As if all those whispering anxieties, haunting memories, and soul-crushing regrets have gone home.
I laughed when I fell into bed last night. I couldn't stop myself. And even now, I couldn't tell you exactly why I was laughing.
Maybe it was a celebration of ten thousand steel talons of doubt finally relaxing their hold on me, letting me breathe deep and see clearly again.
Whatever it was, I laughed myself to sleep and I slumbered like stone.
BrokenRaven, Sparrow, Knife and Arrow;Broken by Zed-of-Venice
Slash their eyes and rot their marrow.
Candle, Bell, Flame and Flood;
Flay their skin and boil their blood.
Fang and Claw; no Stitch will mend;
Their broken bodies in the end.
Malice UnchainedWell I just might take too long, and
I just might not be what you expected.
A million and one witty puns, a thousand cigarette burns, and a dozen hollow
Hallmark cards mark your hollow heart.
I want to be left alone.
Away from your acid tongue;
Your accusing eyes and that shit-eating smile.
I'd drown you a hundred times for one night of peace.
Oh, you spiked the punch all right.
You slipped right in my spinning mind,
Bringing lies and will-o’-wisp whispers
Leading me astray as if it were a game;
You left me in this coal pit for the soul, and
Frankly I’m sickened, you twisted bitch.
Which words will you twist to get the
Red off your hands this time?
You can’t hide from me
I see every crack in your porcelain heart.
Replay the scene for all of time,
But I still won't thank you for filling my mind with poison
And my cup with bitter discord.
You were so bright on the horizon,
But now I see that you're a fallen star;
At best, you're Lucifer (but not half as humble)
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|Never sold a single fucking one. But I still hope that someday, someone might be willing to pay a small sum for the pleasure of having my art to display in their own home. *sighs* Someday.|