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Thoughts of a thinkers mindSilence, my heart pumped not blood, but silence to my veins.
The feeling that crumbled under my skin; crawling and fighting to get out.
So small I felt, but nothing more I could.
I was the prisoner of my own mind, begging for mercy. How come I, myself; me, would bring this upon the dearest of my prisoners?
How they would fight but never win.
Die but still survive.
Strangled by their own.
I was lost in the ocean of my past and glory.
Trapped inside a cocoon, waiting to take the next step. Oh, these prisoners will die in peace.
If only I could let them go.
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Lilyas has dedicated herself to making our community a brighter place with her vibrant artwork and infectious enthusiasm for interacting with others in our community. It has certainly paid off, as many deviants flock to her page on a daily basis to let her know how much of an inspiration she is. We absolutely agree, and couldn't let all that hard work go without recognition, so it's with great pride that we bestow the Deviousness Award for March 2014, to ... Read More