Shinkansen
life is pain
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Dead
People traverse roads without looking either way, to be hit by the car of neglect. Masses take things at face value and minds are enslaved by ignorance. The arrogant beat others down and demand more respect. Society repeats scenarios expecting difference.
Society is fleeting. Society is dead; Society is brain-dead.
The once powerful pillars of art have begun to crumble, like a tooth without enamel. Erosion catalyzed by cultural sensitivities and pop culture. Words as useless as a horse race, riding a camel. Subpar artists pick at the remaining guts and eyes like vultures.
Art is fleeting, art is dead, and even art, my last authentic ally, abandons me.
Life takes, never gives—a high interest loan from a usurer. Buried beneath waves of medical debt, it's advised to be happy that one lives. But how can one live when they are the victim and life is the abuser? And how can one exist when life removes the possibility to forgive?
Life is fleeting, life is dead, life robs even the grave.
I'm alive, so I'm told, and to be grateful. Life is a gift people say. But when has a gift been so miserable and hateful? When my life is unbearable, all I'm told to do is pray and my troubles will trail far away.
I am fleeting. I am dead. And my troubles are no more.
Thought I would take a stab at poetry.
Thought I would take a stab at poetry.
Shinkansen
life is pain
- Jul 14, 2020
- 615
Skathon
"...scarred underneath, and I'm falling..."
- Oct 29, 2018
- 592
The blood is from my upper limb.
Powerwolf - "Nightside of Siberia"
"Born to suffer life immortal,
Caught and damned for a light we'll never see,
Led astray beyond euphoria
And betrayed as all who pray"
Powerwolf - "Killers with the Cross"
"In the dark when your blood is calling,
In the dusk when the fever's crawling
Lost a life to the killers with the cross"
Powerwolf - "Nightside of Siberia"
"Born to suffer life immortal,
Caught and damned for a light we'll never see,
Led astray beyond euphoria
And betrayed as all who pray"
Powerwolf - "Killers with the Cross"
"In the dark when your blood is calling,
In the dusk when the fever's crawling
Lost a life to the killers with the cross"
lonelymountaingirl
just passing through
- Oct 21, 2020
- 55
A song I'll never get to record
but I wrote it.
Visitor - Garbage
V1:
There's black bags and dishrags and moldy old clothes/
Take 'em to the curb, away they go/
To some other dimension, where no one can see/
I'm just taking out the garbage, don't worry 'bout me/
(Guitar break)
Couple bucks change in the sofa/
Salvage law says that they're mine/
Arrange em in stacks on the counter/
Next to the note that they'll find
Chorus 1:
And then you'll see my face on a screen/
Followed by an 'RIP'/
And only two comments:
'I knew her well'
(Beat)
'Or did we?'
V2:
Got some old photos taken with some old friends/
I'd prob'ly do anything to, see them again/
We'd hang out for the weekend and all play 'Catch-Up'/
With twice-heated coffee cooling off in our cups
(Guitar break)
Take em all out of their frames now/
Toss em to the crackling heat/
Got a few lamps and, other odds and ends/
To take back down to the street
Chorus 2:
And the next time you happen to see/
A handwritten sign that reads 'free'/
Don't you dare try to being me to mind
(Beat)
'N ask, 'is she?'
(Long break/guitar solo)
V3:
There's no prescription for happiness, trust me/
I've been, looking for a while/
No magic mixture or location I've found to, retain my smile/
Thus this conclusion I've brought myself/
Wouldn't wish this pain on, anybody else/
Now I'm clear to flee the scene/
My place is so pristine and clean/
Devoid of any garbage, except for me
Chorus 3:
Why can't you see how my life's killing me, fighting the long defeat/
Worn from all these lies and oceans that I've cried, trying to become complete/
I pray and I hope, before I gag and I choke, that everyone forgets about me/
Now, as I lay myself, to sleep//
thank you.
but I wrote it.
Visitor - Garbage
V1:
There's black bags and dishrags and moldy old clothes/
Take 'em to the curb, away they go/
To some other dimension, where no one can see/
I'm just taking out the garbage, don't worry 'bout me/
(Guitar break)
Couple bucks change in the sofa/
Salvage law says that they're mine/
Arrange em in stacks on the counter/
Next to the note that they'll find
Chorus 1:
And then you'll see my face on a screen/
Followed by an 'RIP'/
And only two comments:
'I knew her well'
(Beat)
'Or did we?'
V2:
Got some old photos taken with some old friends/
I'd prob'ly do anything to, see them again/
We'd hang out for the weekend and all play 'Catch-Up'/
With twice-heated coffee cooling off in our cups
(Guitar break)
Take em all out of their frames now/
Toss em to the crackling heat/
Got a few lamps and, other odds and ends/
To take back down to the street
Chorus 2:
And the next time you happen to see/
A handwritten sign that reads 'free'/
Don't you dare try to being me to mind
(Beat)
'N ask, 'is she?'
(Long break/guitar solo)
V3:
There's no prescription for happiness, trust me/
I've been, looking for a while/
No magic mixture or location I've found to, retain my smile/
Thus this conclusion I've brought myself/
Wouldn't wish this pain on, anybody else/
Now I'm clear to flee the scene/
My place is so pristine and clean/
Devoid of any garbage, except for me
Chorus 3:
Why can't you see how my life's killing me, fighting the long defeat/
Worn from all these lies and oceans that I've cried, trying to become complete/
I pray and I hope, before I gag and I choke, that everyone forgets about me/
Now, as I lay myself, to sleep//
thank you.
lonelymountaingirl
just passing through
- Oct 21, 2020
- 55
Another.
Visitor - Eulogy
V1:
And it's these quiet lonely mornings that have nothing to do with you when it all comes back/
And the things that we had begin to appear like shadows in a fogged mirror and I see what I lack/
And this face has become undone by a gaze like a sun burning black/
And the evidence of time's perfect crime rests in stolen moments, lost days and that I
Chorus 1:
I can't wake up from this reverie (this dream, this nightmare)
Am I just an echo (some fragment, some forgotten memory)
Is this real life or a stage production (please pull the curtain)
Pretty sure I missed my cue (and I lost my script, don't know what to do)
V2:
And it's those crowded downtown afternoons where I swear I saw you waiting for the train/
And the J Line pulls into the station, you board it, and disappear again/
And I'm never certain, so I never stray close and my heart strings tighten and braid into rope/
And I'm bound to these ties as if it was by some vaudevillian villain took me by surprise and I
Chorus 2:
I can't stop this catastrophe (this disasterpiece)
Are you just some ghost (some spirit, some spectre only I can see)
Is that your voice, your self (please leave a message after the beep)
Not so sure that it's you but from far away it's a beautiful view
V3:
And it's that night when you said goodbye that often comes to mind/
And the thing about it is I'm still trying to change it (Oh God, do I try)/
And your expression is as blue as the full moon/
And it's your eyes and not your words that tell me you'll be gone soon
Chorus 3:
I can't just make up this sort of eulogy (why couldn't I be)
Was this some mistake (some factor, some gracious reprieve)
Are you still here? I wish you were near (this is what I never got to say;)
I'm sure I'll miss you//
thank you.
Visitor - Eulogy
V1:
And it's these quiet lonely mornings that have nothing to do with you when it all comes back/
And the things that we had begin to appear like shadows in a fogged mirror and I see what I lack/
And this face has become undone by a gaze like a sun burning black/
And the evidence of time's perfect crime rests in stolen moments, lost days and that I
Chorus 1:
I can't wake up from this reverie (this dream, this nightmare)
Am I just an echo (some fragment, some forgotten memory)
Is this real life or a stage production (please pull the curtain)
Pretty sure I missed my cue (and I lost my script, don't know what to do)
V2:
And it's those crowded downtown afternoons where I swear I saw you waiting for the train/
And the J Line pulls into the station, you board it, and disappear again/
And I'm never certain, so I never stray close and my heart strings tighten and braid into rope/
And I'm bound to these ties as if it was by some vaudevillian villain took me by surprise and I
Chorus 2:
I can't stop this catastrophe (this disasterpiece)
Are you just some ghost (some spirit, some spectre only I can see)
Is that your voice, your self (please leave a message after the beep)
Not so sure that it's you but from far away it's a beautiful view
V3:
And it's that night when you said goodbye that often comes to mind/
And the thing about it is I'm still trying to change it (Oh God, do I try)/
And your expression is as blue as the full moon/
And it's your eyes and not your words that tell me you'll be gone soon
Chorus 3:
I can't just make up this sort of eulogy (why couldn't I be)
Was this some mistake (some factor, some gracious reprieve)
Are you still here? I wish you were near (this is what I never got to say;)
I'm sure I'll miss you//
thank you.
Shinkansen
life is pain
- Jul 14, 2020
- 615
Surgeon
anam cara
- Mar 2, 2020
- 61
Nymph
he/him
- Jul 15, 2020
- 2,565
OminousVaL
VaL
- Jul 31, 2020
- 162
Nymph
he/him
- Jul 15, 2020
- 2,565
more depressing art on my Insta
Some vent art I drew today
Myforevercharlie
Global Mod
- Feb 13, 2020
- 3,181
stygal
low-wage worker
- Oct 29, 2020
- 1,732
I used to draw a lot when I was bored in uni...but nowadays I cant seem to find the motivation :(
Also...some "artsy" photos I like...but I only used my cell phone to take them.
Also...some "artsy" photos I like...but I only used my cell phone to take them.
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DocNo
whatever
- Oct 30, 2020
- 1,750
i like the right one very much.
reminds me of krysten ritter and her i don't give a fu** attitude in some of her roles which this picture also transports very good for me.
Inferdan
Meeting the first minor relapse after recovery
- Nov 3, 2019
- 450
Just going to drop these here :)
Viro_Major
Rad maker
- Jul 30, 2020
- 1,303
me too. It stands out. Both impactful and evocative
the one on the left is also original / irreverent and comes to get you
overall impressed by the latest pieces published by everyone. We got a collective who ups the game and is overflowing with bloody talent
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Deleted member 23586
Hope ur final midnight feels like the hug you need
- Nov 8, 2020
- 208
yall are so freaking talented and cool to me. I wish i could draw
Pururin
live for no one
- Apr 6, 2020
- 13
A dumb gif I made for myself and a friend for when we're struggling to do "normal person things".
More digital stuff done with PS - The Matrix and the Flower. BioHoazard 13, as far as that is concerned, my first DA account way back from 2006 around there.
Also...
@StrokeMyEgoBaby - Nah man, don't worry! I was not making puns with this.
Ancient edit from long ago too. ^_^
Deleted member 23586
Hope ur final midnight feels like the hug you need
- Nov 8, 2020
- 208
Shinkansen
life is pain
- Jul 14, 2020
- 615
141592653
TW She/Her
- Aug 9, 2020
- 119
LivingDeadGirl
Member
- Sep 4, 2020
- 41
GarageKarate07
Wizard
- Aug 18, 2020
- 665
Your a regular little Andy Warhol over there! I like them. The red curtain reminds me of getting sworn into service. Its amazing how a few pictures can take you to far away places.
Nymph
he/him
- Jul 15, 2020
- 2,565
I've been unusually motivated to draw a lot. Made a lot of vent art and fever dream stuff
GarageKarate07
Wizard
- Aug 18, 2020
- 665
Nymph
he/him
- Jul 15, 2020
- 2,565
I've been thinking about self harm a lot. I grabbed a knife and tried to do it again but I couldn't press too hard. I don't know, I'm scared of the pain but I wasn't scared of it in the past. I feel like I'm too weak to even suffer
gonna smash your head with a hammer and watch your brains spill out
GarageKarate07
Wizard
- Aug 18, 2020
- 665
"Boobs. I just wanna say that one more time, boobs. Huh huh." Beavis. Why did you censor the boobies? Are nudes not allowed here? I think there are lots of nudes here. I like it.
Nymph
he/him
- Jul 15, 2020
- 2,565
