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The Coward (I Am) The Hero (Is Damned)

Every choice that I've made always failed / always failed
Every day I looked death in the eyes, and I smiled / I smiled
I guess I just gave up somewhere in the beginning / in the beginning
Piece by piece, I let myself go, I'm slowly breaking / I'm slowly breaking

Taunting my own useless mortality / preaching to the ashen-winged angel
This lifespan of mine is such treachery / the golden doors are too judgmental

My worst enemy is also my own reflection / a war to be unleashed
My only friends are the tears that keep dripping / though they still leave me

Far too long have I been on my life's edge
Looking down, and backing out of my own hollow threats
But I swear that one of these days I won't wait to die from old age
I will skip to the last chapter, and write the ending in blood, soaking the page

All it takes is this lowly coward to guide the blade
Across the surface, to let out rivers of blood from my veins


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Every step that I took was not wrong, nor right, but it was my own / my own
Every night I peered into that dirty mirror, and I said that I won't / I won't
I guess it's just takes longer to become unbroken / to become unbroken
Tear by tear, I need to let the past be forgiven / past be forgiven

Trying to pull myself together after a breakdown / it's impossible to get used to
Though I can't help it when I have a falling out / I just can't accept the truth

I learned to hate myself at a young age / my childhood was blinding
I wasn't taught to deal with this rage / my adulthood is crashing

What doesn't kill me is supposed to make me stronger, so I have to live in misery
I always pick myself back up, while having to use my relinquished bravery
For I cannot let myself win, or even lose, this is a pointless inner-rivalry
My dire downfall is also my triumphant rise, it's such a cruel tenacity

All it takes is this selfless hero to pull the blade away
Out of reach, so I can let myself live for another day
The only one who can save you is yourself
So go to the mirror and ask for your help
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This poem is written for my newest project which is titled "The Prodigy's Suicide"
In volume five: Memories Of Nothing
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Copperfrost Featured By Owner Sep 12, 2012  Student General Artist
Such raw, powerful emotion @u@
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ImmortalizedLies Featured By Owner Sep 13, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I was always told that this one is very hard to read, for some people.
I hope you got to enjoy it. This one is kind of....weird for me :P
<3
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HikariNoMelody Featured By Owner Apr 24, 2012
I am so cowardly as to shy away from life,
and try to leave it all behind, this pain and the strife.
All I have to do is simply raise the knife
and push it in far too deep to extinguish my life.
I look at myself and I see two faces like jokers, frown and smile in place.
I am masked in two different entities, but which is my true face?
One tells me all is well, I will be fine, I can stay strong
but the other screams in agony, yelling the other is wrong.
One grabs the knife, the other a shield, and war is waged inside
But the true me is left to be tangled up in this wild ride.
A child cries inside me, an adult cringes in fear
another child laughs with joy, the adult cannot hear.
My history and my dreams are all intermingled in one,
and I have no idea which one is real, they bleed together and run.
I am confused, the knife draws closer, I shake as I put it away.
The hero inside decided to win and let me live another day.
as I whisper comfort to myself and tell me it will be okay.
just another day, just another day, another day, another day....
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shadow20x Featured By Owner Apr 24, 2012
It's lacking true emotion...I can look at the picture and say that your not in pain but rather your just posing.
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ImmortalizedLies Featured By Owner Apr 24, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Right....because that is in fact -not- me in the picture, and this piece is a poem...with a preview....
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insomatic-studios Featured By Owner Apr 23, 2012
Wow :faint: this is amazing! So much emotion comes out! :+fav: Would you mind maybe reading this:[link] and some of the other chapters? I would really appreciate it! Your literature is amazing!
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ImmortalizedLies Featured By Owner Apr 25, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I'll check it out when I get some time, it looks pretty long :P Thank you.
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MandyMullins2 Featured By Owner Apr 23, 2012
:huggle:
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SkylarKale Featured By Owner Apr 23, 2012  Student Writer
I love your description.
The only one who can save you is yourself
So go to the mirror and ask for your help
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ImmortalizedLies Featured By Owner Apr 23, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Heh, well I'm glad you liked something from this ^.^ <3
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