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The Sun For Sorrow INTRO The Sun For Sorrow
"The sun I would give, for the lack of sorrow.
The moon I would give for my lost love.
And my own life, I would lose just to live."
"You fucking worthless piece of shit!" He screamed angrily as I slammed the bathroom door and locked myself behind it. I knew the spitting remark wasn't aimed at me but it still hurt nonetheless. There was a loud crash of glass breaking and then the tell tale sharp staccato of skin on skin, probably his rough palm colliding with my mother's face.
I'd come home
Grayscale When I no longer cry, Blood will turn White, The Oceans will turn Grey, The Sun will turn Black and the world will be a black and white picture of you.
When I Run Out Of Tears My blood turns to fire when you touch me and when we are together I don't feel the fiery anger. When you leave, that's when the panic hits, That's when the fire really burns, but my tears always put out the flames.
What will I do when the last tear has fallen? How will I relinquish the blaze?
My heart will turn to ash when I have no more tears. I will burn up, every part of me will slowly disintegrate until all that is left is my dust filled heart.
When I finally find the strength to cry again my ashen heart will wash away and I will have lost myself.
Childhood FearsStreet lights turn to ghosts when no one is there to see.
Puddles are bottomless holes into earths insanity.
The cars rushing by are monsters in disguise.
Within their great magnitude they are plotting my demise.
Shadows reach out their blackened arms, burnt by invisible flames.
The creatures they belong to are so uncivilized they don't even have names.
Shower drains never end, they go on and on relentless.
Grandmas basement cold and damp is also just as endless.
Skies are blue just because they are and stars shine because they can.
Did the stars stop shining for you, Mommy? Is that why you ran?
Did the street light ghosts come and take you from me?
Or did you go because of something else, was I not who you wanted me to be?
The shadowy arms could have taken you away, did they make you go?
Or did you leave for some other reason that I will never know?
Its Not Suicide If Someone Else Kills The Lights."You're so beautiful..." Murmured the Moth as he flew towards the light.
" Stay away!" She screamed. "You don't know what I could do."
"Can't you see." He came closer still, oblivious to the heat. "That I love you?" Then as if by magic he burst into incandescent flames.
"What have I done?" The light cried as his ashes disappeared. "How many more souls can I kill? Is my death the only answer?" Having made her decision the light flickered out and died just as the moth, at her own hands.
Wolves in the SkyDon't worry about the thunder, it can't hurt you.
Its bark is much worse than it's bite.
Though wolves in the sky are stalking their prey.
Just know, it is not you whom they seek today.
The voices of sanity fleeYou may think that you're crazy when the voices first start.
When the whispers echo in the halls and bounce off the walls, but that's when you're safe.
Its only when they stop that you have to worry, that's when the real insanity starts.
In the deadly silence, that's when you feel most alive.
But being alive isn't as grand as it seems, when you are sliced apart by your broken dreams.
The voices protect you from your own viscous thoughts and hide the truth.
They sing sweet lullaby's to you as you're falling asleep.
Without them the truth is revealed, without them your fate cannot be sealed.
So you had better thank them for the job they have done,
before it is too late and there is no time left to run.
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