Where The Sun Don’t Shine

Evil is but a shadow in this illuminescent world,

A fraction of the truth lying distorted on the ground,

Time of day deviates,

Shadows calculate,

They know when your Sun sets,

They know when you’re at your weakest,

Stretching farther and farther as the day grows long,

Until you’re nothing but a host,

Keeping the darkness tethered to your reality,

Misery doesn’t love company

For it is not capable of such beautiful things,

But it requires an audience,

And a blade to the wrist is the applause it needs to triumph

Salvation XI

“Do you think every person in the world is part of one huge cluster? And that we’re all tied together somehow? Even total strangers?” I think so because of the farmers who supply our grocery stores or politicians who can alter our nation in even the most subtle ways all contribute to the cluster. The economy, social media, air travel, the fine arts, music, movies… everything! In a way, it’s a bit comforting to know we are all the same species. There must be far worse malevolent forces in the universe apart from ourselves. We must band together to save our planet and all its inhabitants. There’s only one Sun, one Moon, one me, and one you. There’s such little time to prove just how much we appreciate each other. Although, one connection between a certain set of people may indeed vary in frequency compared to another, I must ascertain the notion that these dark secrets and ulterior motives that do occur in a much larger scale, all derive from distorted desires. Disappointment and needs that failed to be met, especially during childhood, are to blame for such atrocities. If there was a way to satisfy everyone’s needs (apply equity to our everyday lives), we may be able to ultimately dispose of corruption. You must have faith, not just during the miracles, but even when there aren’t any.

“Who Are You?”

“Who am I? 

You want to know where I come from?

What I have been through? 

Who put me through it? 

What I dream? 

What I fear? 

Who I love? 

Who I strive to be? 

How I pay my bills? 

What my hobbies are? 

Who I am is what you are. 

Two separate entities completely unique 

yet in relation to each other.”

Martyrs and Devils

This guillotine is a mirror held out to her own behaviour

Her ashen knees strewn on cobblestone as the villagers gather up around her

The crowd steadily increasing in mass while looking haggard in God’s good grace

She exuded the language of emotion itself in the form of a perpetual embrace

Kneeling below her distorted reflection of a blonde maiden in need of validation

Eyes encased in a crimson tint staring back at her own indiscretion

Never exonerated by the very beings she dedicated her transcendent life to protect

The people believe it is morally applicable to stand by to the social contract

She was made in His image for gender is only fabricated in a physical plane

They gazed at her beauty but were rendered immobile by their own pain

She’s more than a marginalized woman occupying our world and so to give in to temptation,

The distortion dissolves beneath her eyelids before the mirror meets the source of its reflection

The Aggressive Victim

“It felt good to hurt you

To compare my life to yours

To see that I’m in a much better place in my life than you are in yours

Because it stroked my ego

Because sapping your energy fueled me with more Power

Because I finally had a target to unleash all my frustrations on

And I never meant it when I apologized

And I will hurt you again if you give me another opportunity

But despite everything

I wish you the best on your way”

sMiley Returns!

I love how Miley’s new single makes me feel so happy! As an empath, I believe I can feel the emotion that an artist tries so hard to convey in their works of art. She had a rough several years in which she felt she had to prove she wasn’t just this country girl, but then I think she realized that there was no shame in where she came from or even experimenting with a different palette of music, for that matter. If you notice her hair in “Malibu,” you can see where the blonde ends and her natural hair begins again. I saw symbolism in that. It makes me happy to see others happy. 😇🎈😍❤

A Method to his Madness

There’s a method to his madness,

A method to his chaos,

He thought I was a lost cause.

He thought love was weakness.

There’s a method to his pandemonium,

A method to his bedlam,

He thought I’d die by my own hand.

He thought his place was at the podium.

There’s a method to his madness,

A method to his pandemonium,

I am a spirit no longer in need of a medium.

He’ll never know I conquered the sadness.

There’s a method to his madness,

Because of him I strive for greatness!

Good Tidings

Wrapped in silk like an Egyptian queen,

Waiting for a widow to consume me.

A fairy encased in between,

Tormented by goblins I cannot see.

Your arms are like an ocean,

You push me out,

You pull me back in.

I converted water into wine

Just to feel you on my lips 

One more time.

My heart is a drunken concert hall,

And I fill it with you.

Hear comes the crescendo!

Rattling my bones out of slumber!

Good tidings I bring

To you and your sins,

I will forgive

The pain you inflict.

Mania VI

There’s a certain kind of beauty within the concept of insanity. The undeniable traumas society has inflicted [on the Deviants] affected us to the point where we stray farther and farther from whatever the hell “normal” is. I yearn to implode, to stay huddled in fetal position while whispering hidden truths to the red-eyed shadows that I am blessed enough to see. I want so badly to throw things across the room and to lose myself to a fit of rage and despair. I envision a world where my actions have no consequences. A world where the voices in my head can be expressed aloud! Morality wouldn’t exist without others potentially witnessing and judging the release of all my unkempt emotion. I can scream until my voice escapes the confines of my vessel. I can cry my eyes out to the heavens. I demand to be understood by the cosmos. I will lay my pain bare for everyone to see until I’m empty enough to pass the point of no return. Stare at me in awe as I relinquish this hold on myself and to strip off what makes me able to function in reality. Ahhhhh help me!!!!!!!! As if anyone could!!!!!! Loneliness is the best way to live. Defy the physical plane! Tear through space and time with The Subtle Knife. Free the slaves of justice! Reign havoc and destruction upon anyone who can’t even begin to fathom the frustrations my kind has dealt with since the beginning of time. We are The Deviants. We speak answers to questions you never thought of asking. We do things that you can’t bring yourself to do. We are The Deviants.

The Thorns We Forget

It is the rose she remembers, 

The thorns she forgot,

She’s dying from an anorexic heart,

Can never tell the right and the wrong ones apart,

It is the rose she recalls,

The thorns she has suppressed,

She lies upon a Venus night,

In lament of Persephone’s plight,

It is the rose she looks back on,

The thorns she turns her back on,

Leave the coffin open when she goes,

Leave her lipstick on so that he knows,

It is the rose she will always remember,

The thorns that killed her to forget