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I've been trapped in a room
And I'm waiting for death.
I don't know how long
Until my final breath.
My friends have all left me.
My family is gone.
I cannot remember
Where life went so wrong.
Perhaps it was as a child
With the little white lies.
But most could always tell.
Could that be my demise?
Perhaps a little bit older
When my life went to shift
And the friendships I made
Soon began to drift.
Or maybe even sooner
As I gave up the fight.
I'd lost all I'd had
And cannot see the light.
But whatever the case,
The time, when, or where,
I'm alone in a room
That's slowly losing air
And I've nothing here with me
But a note and a pen
That encourages me to write
So I might start again,
But young as I may be,
These bones feel so old.
Though I did enjoy living,
I fear I'm not so bold.
So my tools, they lay idle
Like my body and mind.
I sit here and wait
Till my soul starts to climb
Far into the abyss
Where it'll be dark and cold.
I'll still be alone
In a world of rot and mold.
But until then, I'm waiting
For the world without end
For just pages and pens
Can't make me begin again.
And I'm waiting for death.
I don't know how long
Until my final breath.
My friends have all left me.
My family is gone.
I cannot remember
Where life went so wrong.
Perhaps it was as a child
With the little white lies.
But most could always tell.
Could that be my demise?
Perhaps a little bit older
When my life went to shift
And the friendships I made
Soon began to drift.
Or maybe even sooner
As I gave up the fight.
I'd lost all I'd had
And cannot see the light.
But whatever the case,
The time, when, or where,
I'm alone in a room
That's slowly losing air
And I've nothing here with me
But a note and a pen
That encourages me to write
So I might start again,
But young as I may be,
These bones feel so old.
Though I did enjoy living,
I fear I'm not so bold.
So my tools, they lay idle
Like my body and mind.
I sit here and wait
Till my soul starts to climb
Far into the abyss
Where it'll be dark and cold.
I'll still be alone
In a world of rot and mold.
But until then, I'm waiting
For the world without end
For just pages and pens
Can't make me begin again.
Literature
If I Met Markiplier
We meet at last
You are YOU
I am no one
to be remembered
Merely one of
countless thousands
to have had the honor
To you it is nothing really
all in a days work
To me it is everything
A dream come true
A warm smile, a handshake
It is done
Your parade moves on
The pedestal gleaming
All in a days work as you
smile tiredly at the next fan
Heaven can not compare
Thinks I
The daydream over
I move to the mundane
It was Heaven while it lasted
Literature
Deadlox Headphones Headcanons
Why aren't there more headcanons for Deadlox and his headphones they're so fun to make
//Deadlox listening to dub step when he practices parkour alone
//Deadlox listening to music during meeting because he doesn't give a shit
//Because nobody can tell whether or not he's listening to music since he always wears his headphones
//Deadlox turning on music whenever Jason starts rambling on about science because you know that nerd is a scientist shut up
//Deadlox getting bored in the middle of the night and calling Jason with his mic because he knows he'll be up till dawn or later in the lab
//Deadlox calling Jason in the middle of the night to g
Literature
it's impossible to make me change my mind
he is my black knight,
my symphonic remedy -
a coin flip of a man
his 'been there, done that'
more than a match
for my 'consistently
p u l l e d
u
n
d
e
r'
he is tranquility,
lulling me when
nothing else can
his laugh has
the universe in stitches
and i won't let him go
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Wow... This is amazing.. This really expresses what I am feeling right now. You done an great job!