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With All These Monsters
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With all the monsters we are making
With all the mummies in their tombs
I predict, in this endeavor
We are headed towards our doom
For the gold or for the glory
Never could I tell them apart
I thought that both were great and grand and held them to my heart
For my pride or for my honor
I thought it all the same
Either way the war is fought, they shan't forget my name
We have seen all our monarchs crumble
We all have bridges that we have burnt
We all have moments when we stumble
We all have lessons to be learnt
I have seen opulence at it's worst
I've seen the hunger and the thirst for perfection reach objection
I've seen the darkest of desire
The blazing lusts, the burning fires turning to mires of despair
I've seen the brightest of the stars succumb to the night
I have seen the bravest men loose their will to fight
In the end we're all dragged under
Under and away
In the end we're torn asunder
I feel it everyday
This silence when I close my eyes
The fervent screaming lullabies
The echoes of the sweetest pain
The breath it takes to say my name
The time it takes for us to turn to monsters
The darkness that we found inside our hearts
We told ourselves it wasn't truly ours
And our lies tore us apart
With all the mummies in their tombs
I predict, in this endeavor
We are headed towards our doom
For the gold or for the glory
Never could I tell them apart
I thought that both were great and grand and held them to my heart
For my pride or for my honor
I thought it all the same
Either way the war is fought, they shan't forget my name
We have seen all our monarchs crumble
We all have bridges that we have burnt
We all have moments when we stumble
We all have lessons to be learnt
I have seen opulence at it's worst
I've seen the hunger and the thirst for perfection reach objection
I've seen the darkest of desire
The blazing lusts, the burning fires turning to mires of despair
I've seen the brightest of the stars succumb to the night
I have seen the bravest men loose their will to fight
In the end we're all dragged under
Under and away
In the end we're torn asunder
I feel it everyday
This silence when I close my eyes
The fervent screaming lullabies
The echoes of the sweetest pain
The breath it takes to say my name
The time it takes for us to turn to monsters
The darkness that we found inside our hearts
We told ourselves it wasn't truly ours
And our lies tore us apart
It's been a while, hasn't it?
I've got a lot of little lines floating around in my head most days so I try to write down something as soon as it crops up. A lot of lines get changed around and reordered so much that they resemble there predecessors by rhyme alone. It's really nice when I have a little stint like this (over a week or so) and when I look at it I can find enough commonality to cobble something together.
I actually made so may changes to this (while I was trying to post it) that I had to save an alternate version (re:heavily edited). This one is much closer to how I started out but the alternate has a bit of a better flow (as well as some more archaic elements.) I was going to post the latter first before I made even more changes that increased there differences and couldn't decide.
Alternate version here: [link].
Feedback is appreciated.
I've got a lot of little lines floating around in my head most days so I try to write down something as soon as it crops up. A lot of lines get changed around and reordered so much that they resemble there predecessors by rhyme alone. It's really nice when I have a little stint like this (over a week or so) and when I look at it I can find enough commonality to cobble something together.
I actually made so may changes to this (while I was trying to post it) that I had to save an alternate version (re:heavily edited). This one is much closer to how I started out but the alternate has a bit of a better flow (as well as some more archaic elements.) I was going to post the latter first before I made even more changes that increased there differences and couldn't decide.
Alternate version here: [link].
Feedback is appreciated.
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When I first read this, I thought of St. Malachy's prophecy.
In some parts it doesn't flow as well, but overall I think this is pretty darn good.
In some parts it doesn't flow as well, but overall I think this is pretty darn good.