sweetie, i don't exist anymore.

even if i say that there is so much hate in this world,
how many people will care?
even if i say that there is so much hate in this world,
what would you bother to do to fix it?
with your busy schedule and your stressful mind,
you dont give a damn about this world.
you dont give a damn about me.

.the good drug.

Dear Lonely,

The good drug is always there
Taking away your worries, your cares
Refresh your mind with false memories
That never happened in your mind with me

The good drug doesn’t know
What was the past, the bad, the slow
And it never will, nor never wait
It takes effect and steals your fate

The good drug comes to take your hand
Guides you always to that magical land
Lets you enjoy your amazing trip
And brings you back to reality’s harsh hardship

The good drug is always there
In front of you and in your care
I know you want some to take you away
To go to the place where you can always play
And believe in all the things that are never true
Make you think that I still love you
So here’s the drug, still freshly pressed
The simple good drug you once digressed
And like a drug I’m always there
Except you need the drug since I know longer care

The good drug will always be
The simple love to life’s false remedy
Take it good, steady, and through
Until the drug has done its due
And you know its good because deep inside
Pours out the feelings you once longed to hide
Saying things you never meant
Saying things of coarse cement
But that’s okay because don’t you see?
The good drug swallowed the world and me
And you all alone in your corner of your room
Refuse to take the drug of doom
But don’t you worry, don’t you care
Because the good drug is always waiting, and always there.


Love,
Darkhyper




(c) 2004 darkHyper

I fell with my eyes closed
I fell because I watched the day fly through my fingers
Felt the wooden window sill beneath my feet
Splinters breaking my skin
Felt my hand hold cold metal
Twisted my wrist against the bone
And heard something snap
Liquid draped down my arm and pain
Pain filtered through my body
I swear I must’ve paled right then
But the wind blew all the pain away
The concrete, ice, against my legs as I slowly move to the edge
I feel my light summer dress move against my body
Through the darkness of the city night
But I didn’t have to look down
Because my eyes were closed
So I took a deep breath and felt the air for the last time
Fresh air above all the buildings
The pollutant fog accumulating below
Signals blaring
And I fell with my eyes closed.

And for me to look you in the face
To know that I was denying all the evidence
That when you finally told me the truth
It was a hard slap against my skin
You told me what I didn’t want to hear
But I already knew deep down it was true
So from the beginning
Wasn’t I already falling with my eyes closed?

And now I’ve hit the bottom.


(c) The Broken Chronicles of Today's Yesterday
2004

a broken book brought to you by Darkhyper


any act of plagarism can and will be held against you. the title, name, and characters of the preceding are all patented and of mind, body, and soul belong to the precessor; Darkhyper, copyright May 2004.
thank you.

time to go again?
time to leave and never come back?

you do know that it is fun to leave on false pretenses, don't you?
you do know that deviant art is my excuse to give others false hope.

false. hope.

yeah thats brilliant i must admit. a site based strictly upon art and the ideas of "committment" and "encouragement". basically FALSE HOPE.

ah yes. false hope.

i brought so many up. and made sure that others brought them straight back down.

i am thought of as a pessimistic being. so i am. and it is very fun.


time to bring down more unsuspecting wistful "artists"

life is great.