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The rain against the roof
Makes a pitter-patter sound,
The shallow breaths I take
Are all that shows I am around,
My nose lies against the window
As I watch the falling rain,
My thoughts lie in the past
A past of regret and pain…
I want to escape
I want to be free
Let me fix my mistakes
That plague me…
I look out through the night,
While the world is tucked in bed,
A million thoughts and questions
Racing through my head,
I let go of my facade
Only for the sky,
And keep it only for the people
So that they pass me by.
I want to escape
I want to be free
Let me fix my mistakes
That plague me…
Update: F*** it
alright, I'm just going to be blunt and get to the point. I've either been too busy, too lazy, or have completely forgotten about DeviantART to post any content, even though I have a new, working computer and content to upload. I don't know how much content is to be expected in the future, if any, but I now have Adobe Illustrator and the skills needed to effectively use it, and hopefully enough inspiration and motivation to use it. It would probably be best to, if you are interested in the possible content that may come from my page, just check in every so often to see what might have been uploaded. If nothing looks like it's been changed, it
Update: Sorry for my BS
First off: I'M SO SO SO SO INCREDIBLY SORRY for not posting anything the ENTIRE summer. It's not that I don't have anything to post, I just haven't had the time to post anything. I thought that I would have more time, but it turned out that this was probably the busiest summer I've ever had. Between summer camps and school summer reading assignments and a 10 hour drive to Canada and going to my lakehouse which has no wifi so I can't do shizz about every weekend and about a MILLION doctors appointments I haven't had much free time at all, and with the free time that I have had I've been admittedly pretty greedy with. I do have things to post,
One and the same
A path that is old feels tired and worn,
a world that is old saw the old path be born.
A world that is new knows not how to mourn,
a life that is gone is never reborn.
A life that has suffered bleeds through the cracks,
a life that is brave will never turn back.
A beast that is slain sees his prey laugh,
a world full of lies feels the aftermath.
A person who worries feels not of life,
for a person who worries only knows strife.
A killer that dies knows the edge of a knife,
a gunshot unheard is forgotten that night.
Water and fire are one and the same,
just like the world and the path ages lain.
A life that is lost is
Walls
Walking down the corridor,
I come across a wall.
I can yell at it 'till my throat is sore,
but it will never fall.
Stuck at this dead end I found,
I still cannot turn back.
I wish to turn around,
but I am forced to follow this track.
I look down at my own two feet,
heavy on the floor,
my journey is still incomplete,
as I walk down this corridor.
I can pummel this wall with my fists,
but only I will bleed,
this wall cannot block or resist,
nor hear my cries and pleads.
It does not have sanity,
I can feel mine as it fades.
Although I know it cannot hear my plea,
I had begged to it anyways.
The shadows close ar
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