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I bid you welcome.
To my house of horrors.
Some people say
Houses don't have memories
But they are wrong
Houses remember, and so do I, tonight
I dream of death
Tonight, the dead rise again
There is no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth.
Don't be scared, little one
I'm sure our end will be quick.
If you ever need me, I'll be right here
Waiting for my demise and yours
Sometimes, dead is better.
How much do I love youHow much do I love you?
I love you so much that I'll explain the homework again
Even when I've already explained it twice
I love you so much that I'll keep your secrets
Even when I wish I could tell
I love you so much that I'll be nice to you
Even when you're annoying, and I'm feeling bad
I love you so much that I'll take your teasing
Even when it hurts so bad I could cry
I love you so much that I'd do anything for you
Even if that anything risks my life
I love you so much that I'll support you in everything
Even when that everything entails another girl
I love you so much that I'll never tell
So that you won't have to tell me you don't
That's how much I love you.
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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