A manThere was a man
Playing in the world of illusion
Laughing loud like a psycho
Forgetting his responsibility
He didn't know
He didn't realize
He didn't care
He has entered the crooked path
which there was a dead end
They became the part of him
They were faded from him
He lives in the asylum
I hope he's okay.
SinnerNever one to be unfaithful
Righteous in everything he'd do
But he saw his brethren, hateful
And he decided to
Leave the evil he stood for
Find his own way to the light
What did his brothers have in store?
Hunt him down, it was their plight
Sinner, sinner, sinner
From his old past he fled
Humming his own anthem
Seeing his concealed hatred
How he was just like them
He could never change their mind
But worked hard to change his own
Saw himself as just as blind
'Til he realized how he'd grown
It wasn't about being right
Wasn't about becoming strong
He started shining his own light
Forgiving those in the wrong
The sinner, sinner, sinner
Untraceable guilt within his eyes
Was his a good or a bad will?
Gone searching for clearer skies
The sinner who knew no evil
Carfax: Prologue1843, Somewhere outside of Umbranfield, England
The silver coffin weighed heavily on the priests’ shoulders, crushing their bones and grinding on their flesh through their garbs as they steadily descended the crooked stairs down into the musky black, mumbling prayers and begging the Lord that they not faultier and fail in their duty to lock away the monster confined in that silver coffin. Too many good men had died to defeat the beast. Too many women fallen victim to its vile bloodlust. So the priests endured, descending the stairs under the monastery.
The gypsy stone masons had spent a great deal of time to clear the way and cut away the chamber which would be the monster’s prison and tomb. The leader of the gypsies and their wise woman had insisted that they come too, to bury the inhabitant of the silver coffin. The gypsy leader, a large man with a beard down to his belly led the way down into the earth, lighting the way with a flaming torch, sure not to catch his beard a
From the lake of tearsOne more scene from my Swirly-World.
Here you can see forest of trees cloud-keepers.
They collect stormy clouds until they start "to cry".
I call it "crying" because in fact rainy water flows from all tree holes.
So it looks that trees crying.
The more stormy clouds they catching the more tears they making.
Sometimes people used to do the same.
But trees filled the ground under their roots.
This how lake of tears appeared.
And now lake got his first creature that was made by tears...
Song of SadeSong of Sade (or Consumption as Destruction)
Historical angels, archaic demons, Heroes of classic vice and virtue
Set before me your bounties
That I may eat, and be fulfilled
I look not to the gorgeous vines of Ogygia
Or to the tender meats of the Dionysian feast
Spare me the cattle of Helios
Or the sweet fruits of Proserpina's fields
Place before me the joyful sweets of these ancestral culinarians
And feel my derision over your meal
You ask if I may break my fast
With the sprightly meats of the holy lamb
Or thoughtfully intoxicate myself
On that blessed wine and wafer communial
Try to sate my hunger with these pious offerings
And I will be duly scornful
Give me instead the dregs of the enlightened
Feed me the whores and the scum of the world
The vicious and the evil, let them come from their holes
To plunge, one after the next, onto my grotty and scratched plate
Juliette, Justine, and the libertines four, let them all
Come to me in my insatiable gluttony
That I may devour that which i
Writing MemeThanks for the tag Otakuu4lyphe. Okay, LETS DO THIS!
Writing meme created by TheNN
1. Introduce yourself of course. Tell us a few interests; perhaps why you're here on Deviantart, or why you choose to write instead of draw (or both).
Hello, my name is D3AD MAD HATT3R, most people just call me Hatter. I like tea (seriously, I drink an excessive amount), hats (surprise, surprise), cookies, food in general, video games, reading, writing, anime, manga, drawing, creepy stuff, cute stuff and so forth. I originally came onto DA to get back into contact with a friend, but I've grown on here since then. I do both drawing and writing. Let's skip why and what I draw and get onto the writing. I write, well, for entertainment and occasionally to release stress. It's just such a great way to create your own world, and despite the old adage ‘a picture is worth a thousand words,’ I feel it's easier to create that world with words.
2. Hmmm, that is interesting. Now that the formal
Ten Decade EpicI want to be locked up in a room
But a pen
For ten decades
So I can write
Beyond all epics.
My reasons are simple you see,
As I cannot concentrate
With all these damned distractions.
And I’m constantly
Being taken on a one way ride
Straight into an ocean’s abyss.
But it’s not possible to do this…
I suppose I’ll just have to cope
With the blackness
Within the rift.