

Puppet in PowerPuppet in PowerPuppet in Power
A region at war, our people's last plight. A useless struggle, our own senseless fight. I stand on the mountain, my dagger stained red. I must now go to sleep, prepare my mortal bed.
Hark, the dove, is said to bring peace. Please, sweet bird, make the battles cease. I stagger like a drunkard, lungs gasping for air. As I strain under grief I put on myself to bear.
A country in ruins, a battle fought on. A puppet in power, a bureaucrat's pawn. I fall to the ground, soul burned pitch black. All the poor mortals, bodies I did hack. &


Madame Reaper's LipsMadame Reaper's LipsMadame Reaper's Lips
I never saw the road ahead, For my future full of dread. I walked alone, my gift a curse, Carrying me in blackened hearse.
In the moonlight shining cold, The sea alive with ships. I only saw her locks of gold, And glass upon her lips.
At last the clouds had moved away, To bring the dawn of day. I raised my voice to call her name, To call the Reaper's dame.
In the light of breaking dawn, I'd write a thousand scripts. If only just to kiss the swan, With glass upon her lips.
With her dress


CryingThe worst part of crying isn't the wet skin, the sore red eyes, the scratched and runny nose. The worst thing about crying is that empty feeling in the pit of your stomach after you're done. Like even though you're done, you've lost part of yourself. And if you think about that aching hole for too long, it gets even more painful, and you start crying again. And you just can't stop. It's an endless cycle, a circle of tears and ache and emptiness. And there's always that hopeless, helpless feeling as you're crying. Like anyone can come and make you smaller than an ant, so tiny and worthless even those you trust and love can stomp you out of exiCrying


Love MeHey, you. Yeah you. You see me, right? I stand out, don't I? Sure, I look weird, but plain too, right? I mean, my clothes stand out, but everything else is nothing, right? I mean, my shoes are old and dirty and need duct tape, my skin's pale but not vampire pale, my eyes aren't anything special, so why would you notice me anyway, right?Love Me
Hell, even you don't stand out much. I mean, really. You're cute and all, but you don't pop like those steroid-shooting, protein pill-popping jocks who can't spell their own name. Your hair doesn't scream, "LOOK AT ME!", your eyes don't glow like the sun and the moon, hell, we're both a couple of
now i have to find a picture of him hitting a bong
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Life is all just one big joke... death is the punchline.
I have a BONER for MURDER!
Jesus was a man, but he was a Jew. Why do we change the sign when we multiply integers?
Don't be a fag.
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"Use the talents you posses, for the woods would be very silent if no birds sang except the best."
-Henry Van Dyke
Art is an expression of who you are and what you feel, it is NOT a popularity contest.
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My penis is so big that if I laid it out in the keyboard it would stretch from A to Z!!!
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I am Pokémon #195 Quagsire in DA's Pokémon Crew
Join ~Bluesday's quest for randomness! We're commenting on deviants whom we don't know! Leave comments on strangers' art! Have fun!
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Just remember: Velociraptors really do hate the rain just as much as human beings.
anyway, i will add you
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"At the time, my life just seemed too complete, and maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves" (The Fight Club)
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Sweets: You're independently wealthy, right? You don't have to work. And yet you choose to stay with the people you hate.
Hodgins: Which makes me completely nuts.
Bones, Sea. 4 Epi. 3
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Vanilla - with other natural flavors!
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