denI used to think it was my fault
that the cold that seeped in
might just be from my heart
inbetween the dripsfear of action fear of inaction fear of spiralling down the drain completelyinbetween the drips
staring into the mirror not because I want to look at myself but because at least it's not the world
strumming my fingers across the surface of the water rippling the surface because I don't want to delve in
grab the weakness from which sleep flows and pluck the sorrow from its heart
just enoughthere is just enough of me leftjust enough
to want to walk away
there is just enough love
to make it hurt
even when I close my eyes
turn the music up loud
and sing along
I can't stem the failure
in your eyes
the words you unleash
tear through the paper thin wall
that holds it all in
how can I make you see
I'm naked
nothing is hidden
you're looking at the past
not at me
back skyhere is the sky dripping with the words that can no longer be spokenback sky
bastard children of those that were good come of the evil let loose from somewhere deep inside
fed by bitter tears and acrid blood regret bides its time
shaves another layer from the walls of its cage the cavern inside
tears of happiness course down my cheeks twins of inadequacy on the inside flow towards my heart destined never to leave
knowing I don't deserve what I have hoping neither of us will find out.
every time the sameevery time the same pain the same story the same actorsevery time the same
strung out stretched out palpitating and itching for the razor
why do I move through life a vessel for the same sorrow repeating the same words and deeds filling myself up once again to let it all out in a torrent happiness and pain together
juggling smiles and tears holding onto the smiles and flinging the tears hard eventually it falls apart
when it's like this I know hope would stab me apart destroy what I've become when
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Leopoldi will conquer the world someday. Beware.
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My kickass gallery!: [link]
Sigmaking and Counterstrike kickass
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
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Forgive your enemies. It messes with their heads.
Ik.
Actually, I animated it a while back and it looks even better.
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Bring me my monocle, I want to look rich.
-Space Ghost
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