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Currently I am humbled on the vine
Scared of swinging
Shying away from sweet nectar and wine
Faintly bellowing. Cautious of small print signs
The most brutal catch is the promiscuity of time
I spend mine agonising until reason connects the rhyme

Age goes further than the necessity for skincare products and soft beverages flavoured lime
Divides people from pleasance
Then comes your anemic self 'neath the steeple
Avoid propaganda and also the judgment laid on the "sheeple"
Nine to five has been a taxing dive
Though there is boisterous distraction which helps me to know I am alive

If given my way, selfish highways of mine would be where we play
A stage from which I can stray on location so as not to amplify the range
It is true I harbor the subliminal strange
Only on account of oddities, smokey rooms and all I saw
Whatever this is supposed to be will culminate like Eddie Guerrero
A second chance. To the birds goes the fortune of Chris Benoit
In waves of smoke is where zealousy reigns
Unbound from insulating chains
Disconnected from the mains
The juvenile pangs and pains quiver in eventual reduction to sustainable stains
Durable, the grains slipping between separated fingers
Deplorable, an immediate dismissal of peculiar sound
Herein lies naked audacity to often repeat humourless zingers
And bold disregard, almost oblivious, to how not one present has taken their reaction to a crumpled heap on the ground

These walls insulate the apathy
Watch my eyes as you tell me of heartbreaking tragedy
Attention left a note at the door
In her mascara it read mistakes made before
An assembly of mischief can't claim to be complete
That is until we set the precedent for inadvertant spillage and bravado gore
This is when I soak it all in
Hazy fixtures and figures furnish the room composing perverse art of contorted bodies galore

An aftermath is certain to sink its teeth
Into the inexperienced flesh to swallow them and slather humid moisture on the slide sloping beneath
The last cure would be to place a wreathe
Solutions are the normality of familiarity and a swift reprise of the guarding sheath

A staunch pragmatist
Atop their dreary echelon
Has reports on the desk
At the outbreak of dawn
Delays panic in the AM
By routine haunting of the lunchbell
This young codger never swam with fellow spawn
He's a deadcert for heaven without a taste of trouble in hell

Trouble doubled as my shadow
A reluctant embrace was a fitting path
Combining X and Y of complicated math
And the keyhole widens enough to peer inside
Angelic rogues danza de la muerta engrossed the scope I spied
Augments eminence held back by rememberance
That I could swallow
A bitter pill designated to mark and apply suffocation in assurance of morrow

The aftermath sank its teeth
Broken sleep and temperamental heartbeats
For the time being I will dress sharp, soldier on purposefully street to street
But I'll know seduction by its spectacle and resistance should expect to cave whenever tedium greets
Winding down the unrest of unrest on the winding road to romantic ruin
Winding down thin glass sheeting because the butterfly swarm arrived too soon
Once undetected
Now loose
And not a grain of consideration given to the truce
That I tied into a knot with myself
To run from her lips, run from a looming bruise
This advance in affection will correlate to beleagured immaterial wealth

Willfully lost on the two-way street of attachment
Carved a crossing line and disposed of attraction
On the cold nights it strips me bare
In dire straits and bereft of satisfaction
But to the harsh culmination i swear against, I swear

Stage three surges toward stagnation searching for its desires reparations
Three wishes spent on thought regarding obsession through dopamine saturation
The rotting apple of my eye
Tore its skin
So it blossoms in the soil of serotonin
Causing sleep deprivation and fantasies of sin on skin
Yet she is so much more than an artistic portrait reduced to early morning moaning
Tripping on solid ground because of her and my unstable resolve is wearing thin

Bury my swelling disposition where sentiments ugly features were fated to reside
If we have to share an enclosed space that doesn't lead to a bipolar tide
The primary antagonist
Redundancy at every corner
Hand her a stiff sentence for the blinding mask and behind it, a devilian arsonist
And she is unaware of the extent, unaware of the lengths I shudder to go
The spider mistress has her fly addicted to her insatiable appetite
Raise a glass to pessimism in hopes the hunger is gradually building or at the very least, climbing slow

A bane of my very own in circles of irrationality
Fortune favours the brave
Out of league and touch and my outsourced bravery
Leaves only a shred of nerve unless I resign to submit and drop to my knees as a slave
None of this matters. She has me unbenownst to her. I am already hers in slavery
Behind the cadaverous cavity in exile
Balked at the style
The rank and file
Evolving over inches instead of solving stagnation over miles
And rumblings of bustling presence wipe the smile
Of the average in denial of alternative lifestyles
Turning away all the while keeping a sharp eye on the steady radio dial
I'll cut rugs at raves. ferment blood in the mosh
The obtuse cattle slip in steel-toe caps on the stained tiles

Easy targets
Overwhelmed fences
Ebb of concern
For inherently heightened senses
At its worst
An insidious thirst
At its best
A sneer at the obliquely dressed
Settle into comfort and the supervision around my neck
The reason being that I am perceived to be a predominantly nervous wreck
Draw the intimate ire for guiding enforced protection to the pyre
My release is illegal and suspends me weightlessly above the mire
So I fan the fire
And the flames to take me closer to the timid and riotous dames
It is the key to substituting ego for character
Insisting on truth from a fatigued liar
And thus cracks the lock to confront vestal intuition and shake the conformist limitation of the brain

Drop for rebirth
Sleep for temporary prevalent configuration
Alignment in the commonplace social standing
Three adequate meals and chronic masturbation
Do you feel the occupation of suffocation?
An endorphin rush burns at pace
Without healing the indifference
So why run the gauntlet? Why fall behind the race
Avenues unexplored just crying out for nature's bittersweet taste
Advantages to the other way can and will be replaced
I am on the cusp of touching a semblance which resembles celestial grace and her rapturous face
But first the sloped precipice
The regurgitation of information so insipid its residual stench saunters to the waste
And the morning arrival of imagination encased
I've put the wheels in motion to change my style of writing. The idea of writing something that resembles lyrics to a British Steel cover bands garbage output is beyond sickening and I like to think I'm better than that (Or maybe not, you be the judge). A little more introspective features and a little less reliance on classic buzz words for depression. Basically less Evile, more Interpol and Lanegan. My appreciation of Metal hasn't gone away thanks to hidden sub-genres but a change is necessary. For my health, creativity and pride. 
  • Mood: Bitter
  • Listening to: Hadouken!
  • Reading: Brave New World
  • Watching: THe Sarah Silverman Program


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Davey V. Devine
Artist | Hobbyist | Literature
A quiet disposition counteracts silence through words on a page.

Current Residence: Ireland
Favourite genre of music: Grunge, Drum n Bass, NU Metal, Hardcore Punk, Post-Punk, Groove Metal, Industrial/Aggro-tech, Metalcore, Prog Metal, Trip-hop, Stoner/Doom, Underground Hip-Hop
Favourite style of art: Surreal
Operating System: Windows 7
MP3 player of choice: Creative Zen
Favourite cartoon character: Uncle Ruckus
Personal Quote: Give me mayhem or Give Me Death

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AyeAye12 Featured By Owner Nov 26, 2014  Student Writer
TheAnimalsRight sent me here, and very much glad he did :3
DaveyDrayton Featured By Owner Dec 5, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Cheers mate! Much appreciated.
oddityghosting Featured By Owner Nov 21, 2014  Student General Artist
Thanks for the favourite!
DaveyDrayton Featured By Owner Nov 21, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
No worries and thank you in return!
oddityghosting Featured By Owner Nov 21, 2014  Student General Artist
TheAnimalsRight Featured By Owner Nov 11, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
thanks so much for the faves, Davey, appreiate it. I'm enjoying reading your new stuff on dA. I'm a very slow reader, but they're sure worth the time.:) (Smile) 
DaveyDrayton Featured By Owner Nov 21, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Not a problem and thanks for reading, it means a lot!
oddityghosting Featured By Owner Nov 10, 2014  Student General Artist
Thanks for the favourite ^ ^
oddityghosting Featured By Owner Oct 21, 2014  Student General Artist
Thanks for the favourite!
DaveyDrayton Featured By Owner Oct 29, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
And you too :)
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