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I hate you, because I love youYour eyes
Bring life to my thoughts
Gives me reason to live
I love you
Brings darkness to my heart
I want do die
I hate you
Shattered FacesLook at all the happy people
Walking around without a care
But what is under the masks
Are they like me underneath
Tormented by their own minds
Searching for solutions
To problems that can’t be solved
Wishing they could change the past
That weighs so heavily on their memories
That they sink into the abyss of despair
Do they have dark fantasies
Of blood covered walls
And life disappearing
From their own eyes
What will I find
When their masks shatter into pieces
Are their souls just as broken
Cut The SkinI want to feel the blade cut through my skin
I want to see the blood flow from my veins
I want the hate to disappear
I don't want to realise what I've done
I don't want to wear the scars
I don't want the hate to return
Dark MemoriesWhen I see these scars
The memories come flooding back
I can almost feel the blade
Pressing against my skin
As the blood starts to flow
How can such a beautiful color
Be made by such ugly despair
I can hear the knife
Calling out to me
It wants to drink my blood
To take my life
Set Me FreeHere I sit
Stuck in a prison
Of my own making
It comes to me
With a sympathetic voice
Allow me to drink your tears
And I will set you free
From this cell
If only I knew
I was exchanging one prison
For another hell
Time To Be HonestMother
I have lied to you for long enough
And it is time for honesty
I am not the perfect son
That you think I am
I have drank
Till I blacked out
I have smoked
Till I’m sick
I have cut
Till I bled
I have wanted to die
To leave everything behind
To be my own death
This may be hard hear
But I can’t stand the facade anymore
Please don’t blame yourself
This is not your fault
But rather my own
TheRuinsOfMan IntroductionHey, I am Marco. I am from South Africa. I am currently in my first year of studying psychology. I am mostly self taught in writing, photography, drawing and painting. I started writing poetry a couple of years ago and I got the idea for my book The Fall Of An Artist about a year ago, but only recently started writing it. I find that sharing my works with people on dA has helped me improve and I hope that through this group I will be able to grow further and to help others grow as well.
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The Fall Of An Artist: Chapter 23“You’re Michael right?”
The skull is made up of smaller skulls.
“What is this?”
The black corruption is consuming the world.
“Death and I have the same face.”
Blood stains a white dress as it flows from an open wound.
“I am Death and I will have my prize.”
InsanityShards of glass
A broken reality crumbling
Staring into a hopeless reflection
Everything stripped away
Lost in a dream
Waking moments fleeting
Reality blends with sick fantasy
Jagged edges of crimson hue
Darkness enveloping with little resistance
Mortification of the mind
Slowly accepting the inevitable
ForgottenMy heart like shattered glass lies broken,
The fragments pierce my lung,
I grasp for words unspoken,
for feelings left unsung,
my skin it feels so cold,
why don’t I feel the pain?,
my bones they feel so old,
the steel against my vein,
perhaps in crimson tides,
will you remember my name
Keep on DreamingThere are dreams in this world
Dreams of anything and everyone
Dreams are more than we believe
More than we actually dream
With a bit of faith
Dreams can become reality
Dream on, keep dreaming
You never know where those dreams may go.
Dreams change the world
Dreams can do anything
Dreams created the world
As everything that ever is, or was,
Began with a dream.
Keep on dreaming~
Alone In The CrowdHelp me shed this cloak of confusion
And take me back to my home,
I'm tired of this seclusion
Slamming lies into all I've known.
I'm counting eternal hours
Numbers in nocturnal sleep.
The glass in which we shower
Can't hold back what you keep.
I want you to help me dream
And show me how to act.
From a river, into a stream;
What is it that I lack?
The gleam of your necklace
Reflects all of my want.
Is it because I was reckless?
Is it me that they haunt?
Ushered into an unwanted grave
Bound in chains, drowned in steel.
I was made into a social slave
And died as if I were not real.
My MurderersYour words left more marks
Then any battle wound
Your words caused
Me to question my place
In this world.
Those unforgivable words
Left imprints on your fingers
And rings around my neck.
Without a second thought,
I allowed your words wrap
Around my neck
And complete your task
My mind, already gone,
My body, yet to suffer.
I gasp, unable to terminate my life,
Yet, those rings,
Still locked inside the glass;
Reminding me of you.
OkaySorrow filled eyes
A hidden pain
A broken heart
I'm really NOT okay
Tears are unshed
Words are unspoken
Wounds are unhealed
I'm really NOT okay
Another day to fight
Another hour to go
I really WASN'T okay
No More LightThis dream has become a reality
The once imaginary pain has become real
Kneeling before the altar I scream
The dead pull me apart
They tear at my memories
Slowly I can see all the dead people walk.
They have come back for me
I did not ask for this pain
The pain that the dead have brought
Life no longer shines in this dark world of pain
Pain created by my mind
The time is soon when I will be consumed
End it all with a quick twist
The graceful blade across a trembling wrist
It is much too late for redemption.
This lifeless body marches with the dead.
Bleeding out all the pain of tomorrow.
Broken WingsThese Broken wings don't fly,
There is no one down on the ground,
To catch you when you fall.
You're all alone,
And you don't know what to do.
This life can be tough sometimes.
You have broken your wings,
And are unable to fly back home.
You have lost your way,
And don't know where to turn.
Sure someone in this world would help you out.
But to them you are just an ordinary person,
Alone in this big world like the rest of us.
What do you do?
Who do you go to?
How do you get back on your way?
How do you get someone to believe you?
These Broken wings don't fly,
There is no one down on the ground,
To catch you when you fall.
You're helpless in this world.
Maybe you were sent here for a reason,
Maybe you need someone to help you heal your wounds,
And send you soaring back into the sky.
All you need to do is mend what is broken,
And you will be on your way.
Maybe you were meant to be here,
Meant to help someone who needed it?
And maybe finding out who you are,
And fix the problems in your li
Artificial EyesBehind these artificial eyes
My world is a blur
Shapes begin to merge
And detail is lost
Each lens is a window
Which never leaves my sight
With every scratch and smudge
Corrupting my world view
I always wonder
How good eyes see things
And I long to know
How clear the un-windowed world is
These artificial eyes
Are a bother to me
Yet I can't function without them
And I have grown to love them
I cant imagine life without them
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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