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Words With SilenceI'll stare out toward the horizon
With questions through my mind
I'll create questions for my questions
When that happens, they collide
I'll let my eyes stare blankly
As my thoughts go disappear
My words then speak with silence
Until I speak without fear
Nightmares of the PastEyes shifting from left to right.
My voice echoed, "Where are you?!"
The bushes four meters away from me shifted as I saw through the blurry night a girl break through into the open, running as fast as she could. Something else was following her, something drooling, hungry for flesh, moving in closer and closer to the girl's young, athletic body.
"Katrina," my voiced echoed again as I screamed. I rushed toward her, hand stretched out wanting to reach for her, "no!"
Tears began to roll down my cheeks as I watched the four-legged shadowy figure grab onto her ankle, causing her to fall to the ground. I suddenly realized I had not moved from where I was, I couldn't move, I could not try to save her life.
I screamed once again, "No!"
I heard a high-pitched voice, a voice that wasn't mine. A helpless scream that only lingered for a second, but left a continuing eerie feeling.
I collapsed to my knees, head down and I closed my eyes.
"No, no, no," my voiced choked as I cried.
I felt a hot bree
DarkI lay huddled as the door filters silent grey light into my bedroom.
I know their there, waiting for me to grow weary, so they can destroy me in my sleep.
It's the same poisoning battle every night.
Me against the forces of darkness. Against my sub-conscious.
Not a very fair fight.
I pull the blanket up over my head, curled in a fetal position.
I can only live if I make myself as small as physically possible. I will be safe from the monsters.
My closet door looms open, a shadowy gate to the pits of hell.
How could I have forgotten to close it?!
I shiver quietly, listening to the dull, heavy breathing of the demons.
Or is it wind? I'm too afraid to check.
I have to be strong. I have to fall asleep.
But sleep is a fight I could never win. The world will fall away, leaving me in the warmth of my unconscious, but in reality, I will be vulnerable. They can get into my mind, scarring me with vicious nightmares.
But everything starts to fade. I'm drifting off.
I try to flail, to tell myself t
A Life's WaitI wish that only one pair of lips would meet my own,
I wish they would belong to the one that will always love me.
But, alas, we all fall for the harshness of counterfeit affection.
Lies, built on broken oaths. That's what I once was.
But someday, I know that we will cross paths,
And the connection will blossom into a symphony of faith and trust.
But I have yet to find you.
I will endure heartbreak. That much is assured. It always is.
No one can really escape the pain and suffering of a cheat, or a lost feeling of love.
And recovery can take an eternity.
I know I will endure this pain and sorrow.
But I'll still be waiting for you, in the end.
My heart, broken and bleeding,
Held out in my hands, waiting for you to steal it.
You will come,
And you will repair me, make me whole again.
That much is promised.
Vanguard, Chapter 1: DuncanDuncan's Journal: Day 1288
I consider myself a good man. I respect women, elders, my equals, and the dead. I say a morning prayer, and an evening one. Hell, I even thank the gods for a meal, instead of immediately chowing down in the voracious manner as the other soldiers here do. By all logical means, I should be in paradise. No really, not just because I'm a good man, but also because I should be dead by now. So I ask myself: why, oh gods up there, have I ended up in hell?
1288 days. 1288 days of my life have been spent in this misery, and I'm beginning to lose faith in the glory I was promised. Some of the rookies still live in their ignorant bliss, but I've lived long enough to realize that there's not much glory to find here. “Sing the songs of glory and march into battle—-join The Crusade today!”. Such were the words of the posters The Crusade has spread all over The Mortal Realm. Gullible fools practically stand in line for these songs of glory that th
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