ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
The blackness shimmered as if it was alive
Through the whole space,
And the dark forms around.
The chill didn’t allow it to be free
From the Limb in which it was caught,
By it’s own purpose and dark fate.
It shimmered, peaceful and evil,
Entwining with all the synesthesia
Of the space in which it was stretching,
With all it’s piled malice,
And that cold, disgusting stench of smoke,
Which now could be grossly felt.
Even the ether itself cried
Under this gruesome surrounding.
Everything smells like this, when it burns-out!
Through the whole space,
And the dark forms around.
The chill didn’t allow it to be free
From the Limb in which it was caught,
By it’s own purpose and dark fate.
It shimmered, peaceful and evil,
Entwining with all the synesthesia
Of the space in which it was stretching,
With all it’s piled malice,
And that cold, disgusting stench of smoke,
Which now could be grossly felt.
Even the ether itself cried
Under this gruesome surrounding.
Everything smells like this, when it burns-out!
Suggested Collections
the scorched soul of a sinner
© 2008 - 2024 Sozokai
Comments8
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
This isn't poetry. It's not, it isn't in any way you could possibly see it.
It's not art, it's not appealing to anybody with any taste at all. You shouldn't spend time on things like this if you obviously aren't good at it.
It's not art, it's not appealing to anybody with any taste at all. You shouldn't spend time on things like this if you obviously aren't good at it.