The thoughts are aflame by DButterfly1969, literature
Literature
The thoughts are aflame
Please do tell me, where do I begin,
To explain all that I hold within.
Is there a clear start? And does it ever end?
The pain, suffering, all these false friend…
I look back, all I can see is burning ground,
Flaming red and hot, never closing up wound.
That’s pure hatred, inhuman cruelty,
Seeping through the blazing holes that line up my reality.
What you see are not nightmares,
These are my dreams.
The Devil himself doesn’t visit anymore,
It got too twisted even for him.
Desolated lands of my mind, crippled and sick,
You want to run away, run very quick,
But you can’t even move, the blood is too thic
Well... Where should I start... I guess I will make it short and simple. My life has just shattered into pieces. When I found myself in a very dark place, thinking there's no hope left, art has saved me. After two years of neglecting the existence of...
So… This goes for all, people watching me and all the random trespassers who come by my page. I didn’t do too much in the last few months, but it’s going to change now. I’ve taken an interruption of studies at University and I’m planning to devote next few months to myself. I will try to get back in shape with traditional art (hopefully I will get back to being as good as I used to be) and maybe even start a new adventure with digital art. I also want to share my feelings more instead of keeping them for myself, so there should be lots of new poems and lyrics coming soon. And, last thing, I want to get back to w