Ashlynn In Underland by Dementia-FallenAngel, literature
Literature
Ashlynn In Underland
Ashlynn In Underland
Many years ago, there was a girl, I loved her so
When a question I was asked, I broke my masque
I thought that I was strong, I guess I was all wrong!
Now I chase a dream.
I am tumbling down the rabbit hole.
Chasing my Aisling.
Tumbling down the rabbit hole, what wonders will this bring?
With Hatter, mad, and I so sad,
I have surely lost my way...
Tumbling down the rabbit hole, what wonders will this bring?
In every place, I can still see her face,
But I never can approach...
For the rabbit hole is real,
A place I have turned so that I may deal,
With the dream, that I can never reach.
Red Rose
A single red rose for you, my Love,
Your all that I hold dear.
A single red rose for you, my Love,
Of it's thorns, I'd steer clear.
A single red rose for you, my Love,
To have as you hold my heart.
A single red rose for you, my Love,
May we never be apart.
Understand
I wish my love would understand
Though it seems she sees me shallow, blande...
I wish my love would understand,
She is all I need, desire, plead...
I wish my love would understand,
I want her so, not any other, no!
I wish my love would understand,
How much she means to me...
I wish my love would understand,
When I say she is beautiful, she is the only one I see...
I wish my love would understand,
When I say I love her, and she returns it to me,
That I wish I could spend my entire existance with she...
I wish my love would understand,
That all I want, all I could ever desire,
She... Is the world to me.
The Garden
A darkness hath filled my wings, emptied were their visage...
When all at once I saw the garden, the garden of Eden...
I could not believe my heart, my eyes began to glisten...
I was enveloped with it's image, as she was standing there...
The Earth was once again green, and the angelic protrusions returned white...
My heart filled with love, once again able to take flight...
I began my harvest, running fingers through her hair...
I could not believe it, when to my every word, she seemed to listen...
The dark was gone, in came the light, and here in this Eden...
I felt my world begin anew, in her radiant visage!
How many times... by Dementia-FallenAngel, literature
Literature
How many times...
How many times?
How many times will I apologise, before I hear;
"I forgive you."
How many times will I cry my eyes dry before I hear;
"What's wrong?"
How many times will I see her and stop breathing?
Will she notice?
How many times will I be threatened before she tells them:
"Stop the immature crap!"
How many times will I say I love her? How long...
Until she hears me.
How many times will I turn and run....
Because her beauty scares me...?
How many times will I try,
Try to show her...
How many times will I sit in silence... Suffering....
Because I miss her...?
Life, My Chaos by Dementia-FallenAngel, literature
Literature
Life, My Chaos
The chaos, within, thy life resides,
A hole where warmth should be.
The life doth fall for one.
The one doth noy fall for thee.
Why doth thy care, thy wonder why,
For what and who doth thy live?
Raven
There once was a beautiful girl...
Promised love forever, did she....
The harbinger appeared, and she left me...
The harbinger did stay, loyal and true,
But forever lost...
My love.... Is you...
Love Is A Crime by Dementia-FallenAngel, literature
Literature
Love Is A Crime
Love Is A Crime
My world in darkness, I love her so,
She is my light, my light in darkness...
But love is a crime, love is a crime...
I share my life with her, and I give her everything...
She returns the favor, and shows me her love,
But love is a crime, love is a crime...
"Poor Romeo," she says, as I stand below her window,
I shimmy, climb, caress, and impress,
But love is a crime, love is a crime...
I leave in this night, silent, out of the light,
But when the elders acuse, she is no liar!
In comes the evils of horrid humanity,
For to them...
Love is a crime!
Beauty twinkles in the night,a dancer of such pure delight,
and though I await her, through the day, at night is when she comes to play...
I see her through the wondrous trees,
and she sings songs alone and I hear them just me.......
I love her so, and with her I'll stay,.......Until the final end, of my final day...
What have I done? by Dementia-FallenAngel, literature
Literature
What have I done?
What have I done?
I can not see, what have I done, no sight and all is black...
I can not see, what I did to she, I'll hide what I become...
I can not see, where has she gone? Torturing my soul...
I can not tell what I have done, but empty do I feel, still...
I do not know, why hath she felt, to forsake my entity...
I can not tell, what have I done, why she's upset with me...
I can not deal with this pain, a pain of my own regret...
I do not know, what I have done, or why I sit alone...
Ashlynn In Underland by Dementia-FallenAngel, literature
Literature
Ashlynn In Underland
Ashlynn In Underland
Many years ago, there was a girl, I loved her so
When a question I was asked, I broke my masque
I thought that I was strong, I guess I was all wrong!
Now I chase a dream.
I am tumbling down the rabbit hole.
Chasing my Aisling.
Tumbling down the rabbit hole, what wonders will this bring?
With Hatter, mad, and I so sad,
I have surely lost my way...
Tumbling down the rabbit hole, what wonders will this bring?
In every place, I can still see her face,
But I never can approach...
For the rabbit hole is real,
A place I have turned so that I may deal,
With the dream, that I can never reach.
Red Rose
A single red rose for you, my Love,
Your all that I hold dear.
A single red rose for you, my Love,
Of it's thorns, I'd steer clear.
A single red rose for you, my Love,
To have as you hold my heart.
A single red rose for you, my Love,
May we never be apart.
Tribute to J:THM by Dementia-FallenAngel, literature
Literature
Tribute to J:THM
Johnny: The Homicidal Maniac; A Tribute to Jhonen Vasquez
It all started one day A few days ago Nailbunny stopped talking to me. Mr. Eff and Psychodoughboy havent been here for days I am losing my grasp on who is and who isnt there I mean I saw Elvis yesterday, I know he wasnt there . Or could he have been? I know he is dead, and hallucination shows you random things, therefore I MUST have hallucinated Elvis! But the others seemed so real They were just speaking slightly in my ear, I was sure they were here But one can never know
I cant believe I let
My Lady Ash
My lady Ash is there you see... Sitting, looking over at me, but as I return her glance, she looks away, as if studying ants... As her face reddens in my sight, I feel as though she could be mine in the night... I proceeded carefully, to the night, was invited, she... Upon the acceptance begin, my patience began wearing thin... Another being of jealousy began spewing lies to me, and as I noted, these words, that so hurt, I spat on it's name, and rolled it in dirt. For point of grace, a thought of deceit, remained disproven, by the look on thine face. For in this night, all silent, with no fight, forever proven true, Dement
Shallow Night Air by Dementia-FallenAngel, literature
Literature
Shallow Night Air
A decrepit breed in the shallow night
air, swift motions, fickle is life. To the dark
of the day, when the sun fades away, those
of the night reign supreme. All becomes thier's
in the shallow night airs, a drop of a woman's
blood wine, holds the hunger, as the day grows
younger, until all, once again shadow, they sleep.
Lies
Lies to the heart, a life that doth die,
Dies, because of these Lies...
Simple mistake, a grave misfortune,
Dies, because of these Lies...
What course or path partake?
Where doth the meaning lie?
Is there solace to be had?
A grave not to be filled?
A place to find one's self,
Find euphoria?
Can it be done alone?
It matters naught, because it
Dies, because of these lies...
The reflection rises, a dark sun, of night,
we all shall exist beneath the shadow,
the shadow of reality.
The grass shall be red, an altered dream,
an illusion of reality...
We all lose our bodies and become pure conscience,
the population is drastically reduced,
lack of intellectual ability holding back our evolution,
the fracture of reality...
The world shall change, a shadow envelope,
love shall become indifference, and hate shall fade,
feelings must begin anew, a recreation of our former selves,
meaning nothing, as all shall, on the deathbed,
what matters is truth, love, and understanding,
the ultimate goal shall be knowled
Amaranth
Decadence reigns the waking thought, and morning never comes.
Mourning actions, regretting misdeeds, a-plenty...
In sorrow, a shadow, a dark place, residing within the mind.
Then was spied, and wonderous beauty, a lustre, second to none.
The light of purity, a brilliance, untampered with, superb.
Always I sit, and wait, in wonder of this flower's span...
Thirty years I have watched. Amaranth, beautiful as eternity...
Simple as life, just a dream. A dream of reality, a sparkle of creation.
Always I am here, fulfilled, though without sustenance.
Many days pass, losing reality, a touch of psychotic dominance.
I reach for th
What have I done? by Dementia-FallenAngel, literature
Literature
What have I done?
What have I done?
I can not see, what have I done, no sight and all is black...
I can not see, what I did to she, I'll hide what I become...
I can not see, where has she gone? Torturing my soul...
I can not tell what I have done, but empty do I feel, still...
I do not know, why hath she felt, to forsake my entity...
I can not tell, what have I done, why she's upset with me...
I can not deal with this pain, a pain of my own regret...
I do not know, what I have done, or why I sit alone...
Beauty twinkles in the night,a dancer of such pure delight,
and though I await her, through the day, at night is when she comes to play...
I see her through the wondrous trees,
and she sings songs alone and I hear them just me.......
I love her so, and with her I'll stay,.......Until the final end, of my final day...
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Amaranth by Dementia-FallenAngel, literature
Literature
Amaranth
Amaranth
Decadence reigns the waking thought, and morning never comes.
Mourning actions, regretting misdeeds, a-plenty...
In sorrow, a shadow, a dark place, residing within the mind.
Then was spied, and wonderous beauty, a lustre, second to none.
The light of purity, a brilliance, untampered with, superb.
Always I sit, and wait, in wonder of this flower's span...
Thirty years I have watched. Amaranth, beautiful as eternity...
Simple as life, just a dream. A dream of reality, a sparkle of creation.
Always I am here, fulfilled, though without sustenance.
Many days pass, losing reality, a touch of psychotic dominance.
I reach for th
I am just simply a lover who has lost his place. I see only one purpose in the world, and that purpose is to make others happy... If someone is able to do this, there is positive impact on existance. This is my aim, as I see no other purpose to life... Unfortunately I do not learn about my mistakes too well, and last time I forgot to learn my lesson I screwed something up really really bad, so... As of now I have vowed to look at all my mistakes, before making a new one... Just to be sure that it is in fact a new one, and not one that I could already have learned my lesson from, but was too thick headed to do anything about it... I am completely and totally in love with Ashlynn, and I have no idea how to prove it to her, and show her how I have changed... Nor do I have any idea how to get myself out of the hole I am stuck in at the moment. So yeah... That is my current "Who I Am." Segment... Enjoy.
Current Residence: Small roomish thing. deviantWEAR sizing preference: XL Print preference: On paper... Favourite genre of music: Not rap, nor country... Favourite style of art: Goth, Angels Operating System: I seem to operate on no sleep lately... MP3 player of choice: Zune Shell of choice: My Lenore blankey Wallpaper of choice: Red Skin of choice: Mine Favourite cartoon character: Nny Personal Quote: Pessimists; At worst, the satisfaction of knowing they were right. At best, pleasantly surprised.
I feel as though she wishes me dead, even though she denies hating me... If it really were true that she wished me dead, I would ask her to do it herself.
For then I know my final act made happy the only person I ever truly loved.
I am giving up. I give up on being happy. I give up on trying. I give up on making anyone happy... Most of all, I give up on me. If I had but one wish... It would be for one last chance...
One chance to make it all better.
To feel as if you do not exist???
Here is how I feel... In a musical sort of sense.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=akrNckBNMa0
And the lyrics, for those of you too lazy to just go listen to it...
Can't you see me falling an endless fall?
Can't you hear me calling a neverending call?
Can't you see me bleeding?
I'm losing control
Can't you see me dying?
I'm dying alone...
"I'm Dying Alone" BlutEngel
Without her. If any of you have ever felt a true emotional apocalypse than you will know what I mean. Every breath is painful, every smile, strained... Thinking about the one you lost... Is like stabbing yourself in the diaphragm and twisting the blade, thrice clockwise, twice counter... If you do not think of them, you feel as though your thoughts are empty and nothing matters. I had the one thing I always wanted and I screwed it up... "If you love someone set them free, should they return, it's meant to be!" I suppose the karmic law of three struck me dead in the heart this time... I guess I deserved it... I don't know what to do,
Hé Deavon. Je me demandais juste comment vous faites. Je ne vous vois jamais à l'école plus. Je vous manque. Je suis désolé que vous n'ayez aucune chance les amis s'intégrant ou rendants. Je regrette que je ne puisse pas vous avoir aidés. J'ai dit chacun d'être civil mais cela a échoué. Je suppose que j'échoue toujours . anyways. Je vous manque.
Hey Deavon. I was just wondering how you are doing. I never see you at school anymore. I miss you. I am sorry you had no luck fitting in or making friends. I wish I could have helped you. I told everyone to be civil but that failed. I guess I always fail. anyways. I miss you.