|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
The Identity of my tormentorEach day is started with me pleading for your mercy, but none is ever given.
The torment is never ceasing, and your inflictions seem endless.
I have hated you so long that I cannot even remember when you first came into my life.
You weaken me to the point that the simplest of tasks is a triumph of will.
I feel no other choice but to embrace you, to hold it closer to me.
Bend to your demands, and as you try to complete your mission shall I give you a name,
You have taken my heart, and my body, you have beaten me and bruised me far too many times to count.
But for all you have taken and all that I have given you shall never have my soul!
And though my burden is not always be as heavy as yours, nor my wounds possibly not cut as deep.
This is my Pain, and is the only thing that I can ever truly call my own
I am a broken moon...I am just a broken moon,
I only shine with a poor reflection of light.
You are a damaged moth who wants to be a butterfly,
blind to the beauty of your gossamer wings.
I am drawn to you, because I have never seen anything more graceful!
You are attracted to my light as you have never seen the brilliance of the sun!
Together we will dance with our imperfections across the night sky.
Little Miss It“Do you enjoy her company?”
That, Avadaci concluded, had been the extent of his grandfather’s kindness. Thank the stars he had broken his neck after a failed attempt to ascend the castle staircase. Not that many were privy to this information. The official listing on the cause of death involved something along the lines of falling in battle after slaying at least a dozen demons, although this was treated with quite a bit of skepticism by the general populace. Yet, interestingly enough, a decent portion of the locals believed a tale about the cannibals of Unkhtom devouring him whole.
Not that Avadaci really cared how his grandfather had died. He was just glad he was dead. And if he was glad his grandfather had died, Avadaci wondered, why did he have to attend his funeral? In fact, the whole kingdom was glad his grandfather had died. Why did they have to attend the funeral?
“Oh Avad,” proclaimed his mother, “obv
Keep in Touch!
^Nyx-Valentine arrived in our community and started whipping everyone into a frenzy with her relentless desire to bring the Artistic Nude and Fetish galleries to the fore. 9 years later, and it's safe to say that Nyx is not only a leader as a photographer in these galleries, but she has also established herself as a much saught after model. ^... Read More