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The EndThis will be the last thing I'll ever say to you.
I'm writing you off,
For the final time.
And the last thing I'll say to you won't be "I hate you" or "Go die",
The last thing I'll say will be thank-you.
Thank-you for always pointing out my abnormality.
Thank-you for bringing out the monster in me.
Thank-you bringing me to the edge of my sanity,
Right to the brink of the abyss and pushing me right into it
Because I've discovered,
I really like it down here.
Thank-you for lying.
Thank-you for warping my reality.
Because now I can see the difference between the fiction and the fact.
Thank-you for never being there for me.
Thank-you for your cold harsh ways.
I've learned how to be warm.
You instilled in me a desire to never mistreat someone I care for.
Thank-you for teaching me these things,
Even though you didn't realize you were.
It's the greatest trick ever pulled.
The greatest scheme ever devised.
Taking all your lies and wrong-doings,
And using them to make me wise.
Coerced CannibalismThrow up your porcelain
Skin and I think,
I would've saved so much time,
If I had just poured you down the sink.
But now you're just a pile of bloody acid on the floor.
I really wanted to finish,
But I couldn't stomach anymore.
Dear God you were vile,
And you were covered in filth.
With your knock-off linens,
And your wanna-be silks.
You took forever to clean,
And you took forever to kill.
And when it was said and done,
I still didn't get my fill.
I had to force myself to do this.
Believe me it was not easy,
Hunger pain will make you strange,
And turn you rather sleazy.
I am not as terrible as you.
All I did was feed,
You were the one who lied and stole,
And wallowed in your greed.
Justified, my actions are,
At least I feel this way,
And I think others will too.
Society's rather easy to sway.
After all, what is one to do?
When one is desperate and poor,
And has been turned away, from every affluent door?
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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