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The Angels SingThe Angels Sing
The clock struck noon on this hallowed day.
At my side is where my wife will lay.
Her face, so beautiful, a smile, so divine,
Will never be seen again in this time.
The loathing within is I know to be damned,
But should I ever let go of her hand?
This heart may breathe or it may burn.
When the pain subsides, maybe I can learn
The angels sing on this hallowed day
For a new member has come into their way
Life RenewedLife Renewed
Blossoming fields of endless grief and sorrow,
Sewn by a silent wraith, unguised,
Bear the fruits of the waning sunlight
Whilst this heart slumbers again.
In reflection of the moon, yearning to awaken soon,
Overhead, stars simply frozen in their place.
Darkness claims to envelop the land,
To wrought the fears of reprimand,
We've brought this fate upon ourselves.
But even in the spilling of the blood,
Hidden in desires lied not as love, but of lust,
The ability to change lies dormant and weeping,
And a sparkling hope still glimmering dim.
Shown by a reflection in the water,
May my ripples, this image erase.
In a whisper of the wind, whisps away a voice to mend,
Proving that nothing can be done to find serenity.
Kneel by my side and gather your courage, kill the pride,
Alone eludes the strength to stand.
To break the bonds on high, to break the bonds of night,
To sing this song of peace, to ring of sweet release,
Take wing, and dance with me upon the midnight sky
Hello, hello, helloHello, hello, hello.
Is that you behind the door?
I haven't known you round this way,
since many years before.
Hello, hello, hello.
I can hear you by the sink.
I'd offer you a cup of tea,
if you had lips to drink.
Hello, hello, hello.
I thought you might drop by.
You always loved these barn-storm nights,
when lightning cracks the sky.
Hello, again, hello.
In the draft I feel your touch.
It does me good to know you're near,
and hurts me just as much.
Hello, my dear, hello.
We shared such postcard bliss.
It cracked like lightning on that night.
A dark night just like this.
Hello, a soft hello.
A nothing sort of fight.
I dashed a plate against the wall.
You stormed into the night.
Hello, my love, hello.
I hoped that you'd come back.
By wind-blown door I kept my watch,
and felt my still heart crack.
Hello, a long hello.
The years have left their mark.
My hands are cold; my eyes grow weak.
I'm left here in the dark.
Sit down and say hello.
I'll go pour that cup of tea.
I haven't lo
Let Venom LieMore than I could bother to resist.
Though I know how it ends, I begin.
Break each promise off my list.
Bleach and menthol can't clean away my sin.
If I calcify, then what is left?
Polluted vessels itching ever more;
A poisoned, bloated soul bereft;
Each last shred of the self I deplore.
I would break my bones to slake a thirst
Bubbling back stronger with every snap.
Fighting off screams before I burst.
Brick myself in with my own sweet trap.
Each line I spin will sing tomorrow -
Sell it like silver and watch it grow.
Lies can tarnish just like sorrow
Becoming the secrets my parents need to know.
CluesI’ll give you clues
They’ll be there
It’s your choice
Or to ignore
I gave you clues
They were there
And now they’re gone
But I saw none!
Instrumental nothingnessCapitalizing on the fears you hold inside so close
The ones you try to hide and run away from the most
From fake façades to false fronts the walls built so high
The entire world sees teary waters collect in reddish eyes
A sleeve is often meant to cover certain tender flesh
Yet this is where passions lay displayed for all the rest
It should be effortless to control a part of you
But why is it so difficult when emotions go askew
I know logic is folly and that I am no machine
So how does one control a fiery love lined passions unseen
In times of dark and despair,
In times of test and trouble,
I refuse to be in this bloody rubble.
I have much at stake,
that is up to take,
and slide in the Devil's wake.
For my friends sake,
I will fight on.
Because he is worthy of this par take,
above my grave, the bloody lake.
Mind in Madnesscan you see what coils inside?
behind these sleepless, weary eyes?
a chaos, i cannot abide
yet within my thoughts it lies.
A drum beat or a lambent cord
pulsing deep inside my skull
i pray my sense to be restored
yet the drum beats never dull
Swirling, like a vortex storm
ceasing not, its twisting ways
again i pray, for lucid form
and wait for brighter days
such a mind, in madness caught
beseeching, clarity to come
yet all my prayers i know are naught
this inner tumult leaves me numb
Heart of the Woman IIHeart of the Woman
What will glow like fire every night?
What will shine like the stars?
What will glimmer so brightly
That one will see it from afar?
What will have value more than precious stones,
More than silver and gold?
What has a price so dear when bought
But never should be sold?
Men, if you don't know, then ask your wives; if they don't know, then ask Puabi.
Of chivalry long forgotten'Tis odious that I must repeat,
these words in solemn tone.
But in this hour I seek retreat.
For I feel the most alone.
I feel as if the world has left
those tenants once held dear.
and this new age does seem bereft
of all concord, I fear.
I find solace in lores of old.
Of time when manners ruled.
but do wonder, had they foretold,
they'll soon be overruled
would they have then bore
differently, their day to day affairs?
would have they then tore
in despair, these moral codes of theirs?
but then my heart to me says "nay,
they were too good for such.
They'd still have lived their day to day
chivalrous, very much"
And thus it is that leads me to
think "Something's gone wrong here"
"why is it so, that now man too,
over morals despair?"
"why is it so that now-a-days
goodwill and courtship dead
do still yet longingly do gaze
at every single head?"
"why still do men, if even some
hold fast to friendships fair
and still do long, though troublesome
to for their friends be there?"
When I was alone, as one,
These eyes were stripped blind, as you could see,
Under skies lit with a radiant bright blue brilliance
I could never behold.
When I was alone, as one,
This heart was laced within ice, so cold to the touch,
Under white wind whispering sweet melody
While I could never behold.
Let the harmony ring a fleeting, singing breeze
Under these skies dimmed through starless nights.
Rain your innocence upon me,
Grant me a reason to be,
Save me while there's still something left to save.
I'm not as strong as you believe,
I need you just as you need me, but for now...
Sleep well, my lovely orchid.
Blossom in your sweet dreams,
and come to accept this as the truth in our reality.
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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