How MaddeningDimensional relevancy paid with merely an eye, birthed from exceptions and death's cauldrons; shriveled of a blank sigh.How Maddening by =PlethoraFantastique
Two eves of shaded winters locked thrice in their places, an ocean of clear tongues to drown; blessed with the graces.
Mere conceptions of insane peculiars, with their masks and crippled boxes, of whom they speak die freshly in rugs, bleeding deep within the poxes.
And explain why are these relevant, who binds them all within blinds, a mere widow of subconscious keys; the mask without the eyes.
Silent and GoneAlong the blue streams of those who were simplistically glassed, I drag my wooden, empty coffin; it contains only my past.Silent and Gone by =PlethoraFantastique
For the many decades I've lengthened have expanded pain's time; across shallow mountains and beatings I prepare my final climb.
Through harsh mists and soft grasses the journey trembles on; days on end without my voices; alas, I realize they are gone.
Near all abandonment's shelter I rest without ease; my halved demon appears before me; she speaks hellishly in the breeze.
Forgiveness and hallucination she crisply burns in my eyes; I must awaken and continue, 'tis my time to remain wise.
To a judging stream near the g
Our Minor WaysTwice slit the grinning eyes, and bleeding far into vast shimmers, we exempt the soulful ones with the blink of a sad sinner.Our Minor Ways by =PlethoraFantastique
Down the stairs of spelled phobias mixed finely with a glare, they are damned to the filled bowels; bashed fiercely with our care.
Locked tightly in their ravished cages, always reading lines from the eternally-plagued pages, we engrave them with their shivering tears; our duty is to excel our fears.
'Twas our doings to the clocks of shadow, 'tis us who beheaded the righteous ones, we are plotted by disgust's manners; never are we the "purified" nuns.
My nocturnal eyes of sleepless nights, quite perplexing yet never obscene, sink far into your heartless soul, ceasing the life of your endless dream.
Their blackened hues of misty cold, travel far and motionlessly deep, they plague the souls you hold and love, the ones you dearly keep.
For it was you and your doings of naught, confrontation and pure insanity, that doomed the weaklings to your palms, what an immense case of inhumanity.
Trapped within your grasp of hateful natures, they plead with me to leave, alas I shall free them never again, for it was their fault of capture, their greed.
|I am not your usual type of soul, I am a complicated insane soul. ^_^ |
And now, random answers to random questions... (I came up with them myself....)
1: What is your natural hair color?
2: Who is your favorite Hetalia character?
3: Why did you join DeviantART?
I wanted to present my art to the community.
4: Why is your art so morbid?
Because that is how I am; I like morbid art...
5: Are you going to publish a book?
Someday I will, yes.
6: How old are you?
A little over a thousand years, I truly feel like an old soul.
7: Why so serious?
Let's put a smile on that face.
8: Who do you look to for wisdom?
TheAmazingAtheist [link] , some of my family, and a few friends.
9: Have you ever been in a relationship?
10: Why aren't you normal?
Sir or Madam,
I frankly believe those who are "normal" have an immensely boring life. In my opinion, the word normal cannot and shouldn't describe anything.
11. How tall are you? 5'8 /68 inches/ 172.72 centimeters.
I personally don't feel like typing any more questions..