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In the FutureOnly a few more years untill I am standing alone
My parents can't be there for me forever
My freinds will grow apart from me
And there's nothing I can do about it
I don't know where my next step is
It is like clilmbing a rock wall in a fog
I could find victory or tumble down
Slippery rocks aren't the best perch
I know I have a few years and my
Worries are premature, but I
Can't force the feeling down.
Like trying to stop breathing
I do not know what to be
Or for that matter who to be
Everyone expects something
But I have lost all but my sainity
disarmed poemyears of pain build up barracades
strong, unlockable from the outside
locks always able to withstand the raids
from the rules I'll never abide
I vowed I'd never let anyone in
I'd keep my scars hidden from view
to keep people from seeing the tearing skin
a promise easy to keep untill I met you
I found it easy to talk to you
you held the key to almost every lock
I was always able to tell you the truth
and it never came as much a shock
I was never yours, I staked no claim
I knew the choice was your to make
but inside I waited for you to break the chain
to want my heart to keep from break
you left me with my armor on the floor
never before have i felt so disarmed
rebuilding the barriers is such a unwanted chore
if i'd kept them up I would have never been harmed.
Sighs"Drip, drip drip." I turned around slowly, and came face to face with a man about my age, in My Chemical Romance shirt and a black and white striped fedora. He turned his head, causing the water from the top of his hat to pour onto the floor quicker.
'How did he get in here?' I thought of the guards that guarded the community.
'Are you, Raven?' his voice was deep, and it sound angry, angrier than I had ever heard anyone sound. I took a few steps back and collided with another male.
'She's a pretty one.' He grabbed my shoulders roughly, and pulled me closer to him. I struggled and he blew cigarette smoke in my face.
'Don't hurt her.' The first one replied, concerned. I kicked the man holding me between the legs and he let me go. I quickly jumped over the table in the center of the dining room. The man I kicked grunted in pain.
'You didn't tell me she was going to do that.' He growled, looking behind his friend. I ran into the kitchen, nearly slipping a spilt coke, and grabbed
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