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Un-Wrecking

The measure of a man
Is not in his measurements
Nor his treasured moments

But in the dents
He tries to beat out

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Me - April 2014

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Journal Entry: Sat May 10, 2014, 2:10 PM


WickedMorgana, in the cowering darkened city; neon is dead. Theatres all play the same movie, over and over again. No one watches; they’re all in their basements or ancient fallout shelters. Morgana’s heels clack pavement, and the echo goes on forever.
Feast on your tins of peanut butter and crackers; Morgana feasts on minds. Minds like yours, soft like veal. Everyone said this night would come, but no one believed it would be now. How could it be, when just yesterday the playgrounds were filled with sunlight and laughter?
Lightning cracks sky and illumes devastation, wretchedness, emptiness. Lions have escaped the zoos, and roam the streets hungry and fierce. The wind howls your name as you sit in the darkness wearing your foil hat. Morgana laughs, and laughs, and laughs.
And the echo goes on forever; like carnival music at a funeral, like a grave robber’s laugh, like handbills flying down an alley for a play that was never produced; like a child lost in the crowds, like t
They probably ponder, tooOne morning, everyone woke up feeling kinda good.
And looking forward to the day.
And everyone knew exactly how to solve all the problems that had appeared previously over the course of their lives. Unconditional love all over the place.
It somehow felt.. well, wrong. This sudden warmth and clarity surrounding everybody was simply not natural.
Although, as humans remain humans, the clarity was rather limited. Not one had the foggiest idea of what the cause of all this could be. So, they carried on as well as they could with this new-found peace, and instead the animals held a conference, their minds in a bubble of consciousness, an agreement of peace between them in this void.
The butterflies and dolphins thought that nothing needed to be found out, that all life was better off this way. The dogs agreed heartily, so did the tuna, and the monkeys concurred after a while. The seals remained indifferent, but the sloths thought it was an outrage. The armadillos couldn't decide, and the slu
Let the lions comeLet the lions come;
Let their barbs be sharpened
Their torture instruments charged with all the hate for freedom they contain
Let the lions come;
Let them despoil my name
Let them treat me as no worth, as they remove the wings from a butterfly
Let the lions come;
Let them hurt those I love
Let them take from me the life and breath that those around me give
Let the lions come;
Let them take away all hope
Let them strip me of my freedom and cage me in their darkened halls
Let the lions come;
Let them assure me of their victory
Let them slowly make me die in dread and in despair
Let the lions come;
Let them take this frail body
For they will never
Ever
Nor ever
Not
Ever
Take away the breath of life that is me
Nor decorate their empty hearts with my stained and bloodied mind
My thoughts run free
The wind is their partner
My words are but gossamer on the breeze
And my mind is mine alone.
Let the lions come;
I am ready
A Goddess Of Wasps
She lays in the deepest part of the Pennsylvania forest, an area known by some as "God's country".
Her once deep, green eyes now see nothing, the rotted empty sockets given an insect facetted gaze.
"They"found her and made her their domain, refilling her slowly over the years with the life I had taken,
feeding on what she offered as her corpse lay rotting amidst the dank soil and moss. A tree has overgrown her
fleshless cage. No longer is there heart imprisoned within, lungs made convict. Maggots and worms set
them free long ago when she was lordess of corpse flies, but like so many others, they left her, taking what
they would, and leaving her nothing. She lay unmoved, unfeeling, unloved, unwanted. I cried for her then,
laying my head upon what had once been her ample breast, breathing in what had once been her sweet
perfume that still lingered in my memory if not on her soft, white skin.
She sleeps silently, saying nothing of what others have done to bring her pain, forgiving all tre


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XTRQS Featured By Owner 5 days ago
can you put more stuff on here. seriously.
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eqlrytes Featured By Owner Oct 28, 2014
Thank you for the favs, Dark. :)
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All-My-Darkness Featured By Owner Nov 2, 2014
Welcome and thanks for writing.
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