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Was the Night Before ChristmasTwas the night before Christmas and all through Devartnot a w00ter was stirring (except maybe jark)Submissions were made on the web site with flair.In hopes of maybe winning some Devart underwear.Deviants asleep at their keyboards againsubmitting to contests (and hoping they win).Up late again for a commenting spreeI went to the bathroom to take a quick pee.When up on the roof there came such a noiseI thought it was Santa with all my new toys.Then in a hurry I ran to the doorand what did I see (well it wasn't trendwhore).The moonlight was shining like a big flashlightand the scene that I saw confused me a trite.I shook my head once, then rubbed at my eyesthen finally decided i had to be high.A Voltswagon Beetle was parked on my roofwith all the site Admins crammed inside of this spoof.It was then that my nose on the wind caught smellaand I knew in an instant that it had to be Fella!"On Tack, on Attila, on Brazen and Spyed!On Matteo, Jark, Chris and DJ-Designs!"I l
Fantasy Contest - Matrix7-1Silent stalkers in the cornersof the mind of every man.Always watching, always waitingbeckoning with withered hands.Through the ages man has feared thembut found no hiding place it seems.For even now you hear the echoesof footsteps chased through evil dreams.Down through tunnels formed by teardropsraining down from countless eyes.Taste the salt and feel the windmade from victim's tortured cries.Dragons, ogres, orcs and demonsall are spawned from childhood fearsGiving substance to the nightmarewe drown ourselves in seas of tears.Listen to your soul and hear itthe sound that's been there all alongAnd as you shiver in the darknessyou hear the faceless Shadow's Song.
Scream Within The SighLocked within transparent prisonsOutside looking in or out?Water drips to hard stone floorsfrom some distant unseen spout.Limitations they chained to themwith phrases like "I dont know how"Never realize their potentialDarkened by a see-through cowl.Never stretching their horizonsnever trying change it seems.Never reaching for the starsNever realizing their dreams.I watch and listen all around meSo loud it almost makes me cryBut noone ever thinks to stopand hear the scream within the sigh.
Hollow SoulYou try to stare me down with eyesthat have no substenance behind.The spark is gone, the flame has diedand all that is left is hate I find.All your vaunted goals are endedAll your dreams have come undone.Your haughty laughter now condemnedyour bitter eyes burn like the sun.Long ago I offered friendshipI gift I thought you had receivedBut now I see your heart has recededinto the swirling void of lightless grief.Years go by I watch you stumbleoffer help and pride refusedSo finally I let you tumblesick and tired of the abuse.Some may call it cold and heartlessbut I call it your just desserts.Why can't you see I tried to save you?I tried to climbs your walls of hurt.Now you find you're on your ownAll your friends you stabbed in hateSkin so gaunt I count your bonesso glad I didnt share your fate.You kill your friends and eat their dreamsto get an illusion of control.As we all watch you breathe your lastI scream into your hollow soul.
After MidnightWalking on a garden pathsigns of life are all aroundthe song of birds, the smell of grassin daylight all these things are found.But after midnight it all changesafter dark the canvas fades.The worlds we see by day estrange usand joins in nature's cavalcade.After midnight shadows lengthenand daylight finds no place to rest.And moonlight plays across the watera silent song of subtleness.After midnight lovers lingerand hold each other soft and nearConveying impromptu expressionsof soft, sweet nothings in their ears.After midnight warmth escapes uscarried off by chilling wind.Unseen razors prick and freezesthe dew that falls upon my skin.After midnight thoughts come to meinspiration, some may say.And grabbing pen and paper with mewords fall smoothly to the page.After midnight cares are fleetingechoes of a lifetime past.Thoughts of daytime jobs recedingand sighs of peace are found at last...
The Words I Never SaidYou hear the songsI never sangYou see the looksI never gaveYou see the tearsI never criedAnd yet you love me anyway.You feel the painI never showedYou study booksI never readYou want the manI never wasAnd to hear the words I never said...
The Late Great MeLeave my body far belowa bloody broken cell of flesh.A silent spectre in the shadowsI watch the lives of those I left.Going about their daily livesnever giving me a glanceI reach into their deepest dreamsjust to find a black expanse.No fond memories of my lifeonly then disguised contempt.Face me smiling, stab my backMy eyes go shut, my strength goes limp.I thought I had so many friendsI told them all how great I wasThe life so many others enviedFull of people, lacking love.All through life I loved to think thatI'm the one they want to be.But now in death I see so clearlythat no one mourns the Late Great Me...