

NightTerrorEyes aglow in my darkness, their incessant stare clawing at my will. My mother once told me it was no harm, but the blood at my feet tell no lies. I can see death and horror, above the capability of man. It makes me want the cold grasp of Hades' hand to grip mine arm alone, and slumber a most peaceful one. Her hand shall not be help, limp limp at her side forever, touching the empty abyss. Darkness will not have me though, never. I am the warrior, left to live the memories of my comrades, ended in war. Through life we part, in death we shall meet. May life hold on tight dear maiden, it has not forgotten you. Feel my words brush upon your earsNightTerror


FreedomI float in the skies that form my mind. They whisper into me the words that you cannot see. I'm lost in the everyday, the never night. My hands are frosted with the late winter as my feet are scorched with the early summer. I reach out to touch the moon, pleading for my love. yet jealous are the stars, who hide her away from sight. They twinkle in mockery; my pain, my misery, they mean nothing to them. I hear her voice, but they come from everywhere, collapsing my heart. I'm lost in a nightmare, and the blood won't stop dripping. I think it's time to move on, but she hasn't forgotten. I climb the winds, feeling her breath fill my lFreedom


End of Day Act 1: MorningWalking into the deep hall, Man finally felt alone. No one was here, except for the detailed statue of each and every god, all watching the grand altar. It was a beautiful thing, though Man hated it. It was made of the loveliest of stones, pure black, while sparkling as if studded with diamonds. But Man couldn't stand it. It felt so... Wrong. But he couldn't guess why. He went around it, so he could look upon the hall as he prayed, as he liked to do.End of Day Act 1: Morning
Man bowed his head in prayer, chanting those familiar alien words, not quite sure what they meant. He had guessed that he would know them by now, but each day they just seemed to mak


ClosureLay down your soul, scatter it on an old piece of scrappy paper and leave it there in the open can you do that? Are you capable of opening up so recklessly that anyone could take that piece of paper and tear it to pieces? That anyone could tear your soul apart without a single thought, with a simple word or gesture, that paper can burst into flames irretrievably, and your whole conception of the world along with it it will transform you, it will turn you into something you would have never believed you could become, possibly into the thing you loathe most so, after all, why bother? Why risk it? Its hard the way it is now,Closure


The Enigma Of LoveLove is something so very many people have tried to explain over the course of human history..what poets and playwrites have based their work upon and what for years scientists and philosophers have tried to figure out.The Enigma Of Love
Love quite simply cannot be explained entirely because it is something we all feel differently..just as we all experience pain or other sensations and emotions in different ways, we each feel Love and different types of Love in our own unique way.
There are so many types of "Love" like the Love one feels for friends and family, those essential people in One's life and the Love One feels for that perso


LOVELove is a word Ive never used lightly. I was 13 before I told anyone but my family I love them, and those people were my best friends, and I feel like I always meant it. I have always been annoyed by those girls (and those guys) who throw around the word to people they only just started dating, because it took my years before I even thought about telling my friends I loved them. I always said the guy I said I loved would be the one I married.LOVE
Recently, I developed the first big crush Ive ever had. Im not saying Im in love with him because that would be stupid, since we really hardly even know


Sunlit LiesA life torn to pieces As a story of warmth ends my heart slowly dies As my lament continues in silence No solace reaches my hollowed eyes My gateway to the soul which is fading To the world's quiet but cruel hazing Although I wish to believe At the end of this life no continuation rests for me And as the whispers of death rise from the ash I am blinded by the pursuit of my own happinSunlit Lies
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