butterscotch123

Hey guys, I haven't been using my DA account lately because I've been focusing on writing more than visual arts. Due to the fact I feel I have grown as an artist since the creation of this account, I have decided to suspend the use of this account and create a new one. Please follow my new account where all new uploads will occur: darksilverflower. New drawings to come :3 ~Alyssa

The poet sits on the ice cold stone The passersbys draw themselves away Alone The bench alone supports her The air is heavy with the dew of words Never spoken And crackles with the sparks Of long lost loves, of shattered dreams Never flared The moonlight sinks into her skin Cooler than the harshness of sun Now dimmed The hum reflects in her own mind Although her poise is never broken Unchanging She is not so strange For it is for this world she weeps Ironic For it is for a world that could never love her That she pours her heart into these words Compassion Love is not alone one word But a sphere of emotion She understa

Maybe in the end We will tell the wrong from right Even if it happens We can hide into the night And if the sun is shinning Brighter, even at the end It's a good sign because It means the way is lighted to the end So why is it the dark we fear When we wish to slide into the night? Maybe its not the unknown that scares us Perhaps it what we know is right the certain, the unchangable Without passion, sin, or guilt The things we cannot change We must accept Or it will destroy everything we built And if I must decide To give into my own fate Or enter into sanctuary My serenity, my gate It is insanity that drives me Winning..