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Wispers hiding in the night.
Fragments of truth turned to lies.
Did it even matter?
The parts that were true?
Did you even know?
Why can't you face my in the light?
Look me in the eyes.
I know life isn't fair.
These are things we all go through.
We have to fight through them though.
Break apart the lies.
Mend our shattered hearts.
Wipe away the tears.
Realize that life is real.
And know that you can do anything!
Take off the mask, rip away the disguse.
Look up and bare the deep cut scars.
We have to face our love, and face our fears.
Give back the pain we feel.
Do what you have to do to break free!
Break the invisable chains you carry with you.
Give up the world on your shoulders.
It isn't yours to bare.
You have to want to live!
You have to want to breath!
Love will help see you threw.
Let our problems melt into blurs.
It's not too late to care.
Give everything that you have to give.
But before you can do that you have to want to believe.
Then it is all up to you.
Do or do not do.
I lie awake at night.
So many things run through my head.
I disect my day.
All sleep gone from sight.
I toss and turn on my bed.
My day running on replay.
Over and over! I'll bite.
Is that really what I did, what I said?
Locked in my mind my emotions stay.
Is that really what I've done?
Is this who I want to be?
What am I doing with my life.
When the day has gone.
I found that I wasn't me.
I'm losing my mind.
I did it all for fun.
But it truly wasn't me. It isn't what I want to be.
Is it too late? Or am I out of time?
I might as well be dead..............
For all the good I've done............
Raven Clock -Prologue-The two moons that hung like tapestry in the midnight purple sky glowed akin to lanterns, next to billions of small, insignificant stars that painted night's portrait. Two figures ran instinctively but hurriedly within the dark evergreens below, being chased by something that could have been considered a threat. Their footsteps thunked against the bases of trees and the ground below them, attempting to make as much ground between themselves and their persistent pursuers.
"Hurry!" Shay's feminine voice yelled back at the androgynous other, adjusting a ridiculous looking she had previously obtained. Several stones and clumps of fresh earth shifted and sunk into the ground, the tanned girl making the soil composition better for running.
"I'm right behind you," the other seethed. Shay mumbled something incoherent, but the figure behind her choosingly ignored her smartass comments. Half because the androgynous girl couldn't care less, and half from a lack of hearing. The dark-tulip haired g
Decembersville Ch. 9
Chapter 9: Count Merry-Go-Round, the ostracized resident
"Where are we going, Zero?" Sophia asked that same night when Zero got home soaking wet and with a black eye. The second he got back home, he woke Sophia up from her nap and got her out the door, telling her to follow behind him as they speed-walked down the snowy lane. He gave her a red-striped winter jacket along the way. "What happened? A-are we in trouble?"
Zero wanted to say "yes" but he replied to her with an unworried smile, "Not at all, not at all. I-I just want you to meet someone who could help you out."
"You mean he could take me home?"
"There's a VERY small possibility but at least it's a possibility. Now a little faster, Sophia."
She increased her walking speed. She held on to Zero's cold arm to keep up; he also told her to stay very close to him. They walked past the other residents chatting with each other and playing around i
Inside my mind P2
I wonder why. I wonder why?
I wonder why I'm still running away.
I wonder why it is so hard to try.
I wonder why I'm still running when I know there is no escaping.
I close my eyes.
Once again I'm trapped withen my own mind.
Help me deciffer the stupid lies.
Bring me out of the place where I hide.
What have I done with my life?
I feel like I've become all fake.
Look at me on the inside.
For my own sake.
But no one even cares.
They don't even glance my way.
No one even dares.
They're all too afraid.
What's going on inside me?
I don't even know who I am anymore.
I just want to set my wings free.
But there are still chains on the door.
So when I tell you that I'm fine.
All I really want is for you to look me in the eyes,
Tell me it's not alright,
and call me a lier.
I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired.
Why does it even matter.
I always come across stiff and cold.
I don't even know why I bother.
I'm still sitting back waiting for my life to unfold.
but I never stopped until it was t
Con: HumanFether entered Karls room early the next day. Good morning, Mister Karl, she said pleasantly. Her smile was smug. Hearing about Karls first treatment had made her quite excited. She was also curious to see how he was recovering from the previous days activity.
Karl looked up at the professor. He wasnt sure why, but he liked her less than the good doctor. Wheres Doctor Tarr? Not that I like him, I just hate you more, he added silently.
Oh hell meet up with us later, Fether said nonchalantly, drawing a pistol from her long coat. She cocked it with a cheerful grin. Now Tarr said you gave him some trouble yesterday so lets take some precautions this time around, shall we? We dont want a repeat performance. Her tone at the end made it abundantly clear that she was rather irked to hear about his bad behavior.
Are you sure? Im built to entertain, you know. Karl smiled
MirrorSometimes i brush my fingers across a mirror
watch as foggy breath stains the glass
try to enter the world
that a mirror holds
another girls fingertips meet mine
and she blocks the path to the glass world
or perhaps i block her path
to this world she wants to enter
on the other side of her mirror
as she runs her fingers across this reflection
this crystal pool
i wonder what happens
when it breaks
Fear of Fire
Since I was little everyone told me that fire was to be feared.
That it was a tool used to protect but when used wrong a double bladed knife.
You play with fire and you'll get burned.
That with light comes pain. That is the way of life.
I used to stick my finger in the flame.
It hurt. It burned.
But to me it was a way to escape the pain.
A way to hold it back. To keep it tamed.
Slowly flames grew bigger, brighter.
With a power that consumes everything in its path.
Deep, rare, powerful, hungry, that is fire.
Not only passion but a deep rath.
It eats a person from the inside out.
Until it is released.
A rage the burns, but you don't even know what it is about.
Then it hides again, not gone but hidden for a time. Leaving you with a false sence of relief.
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