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untitled.7I've woken to another lonely morning of darknessearth in my lungs concrete is my heaven and hellvelvet cushions rotting withmy shellliving memories call for youwhispers on wings to your earbrushing your skinuntilyou cave can't resistyour footsteps echoprints trail in the weathered ground thatthat divides usdirty road to forevermake a path to our forgottengravereach for me, meet mebecauseI've not the strength to riseand join your servitude toeternityreach for mebut you'll always bring me rosesroses til the day we die
asphyxiate the roots in the rain.this rope is just a metaphor but it stillbites the skintwisting flesh as Ihold onmy muscles scream as loud as I dobut for all I endurefor all you don't hearI might as well be screamingunder waterthe bubbles will let you know that I'm drowning becauseyou wouldn't see otherwisehead turnedbecause something out of the window is prettierthan the wounds you've inflicted on meI think I could once carebut the ability is dying with methe view of this edge is worthy ofa photographer with a name I can't rememberbeauty fills my eyes for the final time as I step towards the endthe fall won't hurtjust those wordsthe ones you haven't spoken yetthe silence between us speaks loudestwhen it yells the truthwhen your echoes cry that you don't want this, you'velet your past winI want to ask if you even tried to fight for usas if I have the rightdestroy this if you thinkit'll helpbut this leap will be the end and you can'ttake it backI'll be gone before you thinkit's ok
my deviantART story...My story as an artist is actually kind of sad looking back on it, but I hope someone can read this who was in my situation and be inspired to not let others trample on what they want to do.I was four when I first saw my mother draw, and I was the same age when I picked up pencils and started trying to 'be like mommy'. In elementary school I poured through books on Egyptology and sketched what I saw on the temple walls; my history teacher was so genuinely impressed by my skill that she requested to keep some of the drawings I had done for a school project. At 10 I was exposed to a library in a school and went immediately to the adult section (I've had a college reading level since the age of 7) and picked up Greek and Roman mythology as a new educational hobby. That same year my stepfather saw that I was drawing an anatomy correct figure of Aphrodite in the style of da Vinci but instead of being encouraging me, he showed the artwork off in a mocking tone and proceeded to embarrass me f