

Good can not prevail..walking forth beneath the shield, keeping his eyes fixed on the beast. he unsheaths the weapon in which he wields and remembers the words of the dying priest.Good can not prevail..
"the monster in which your doomed to fight will not subside until you've gone, his anger burns because his plight and ceases only from your brawn."
the words swim through his thoughtless head, as he sneaks unto the creatures bed, he raises the flaming sword into the sky and brings it down with a peircing cry.
his weapon seers into the bed
but the creature is unseen he looks in quest


passing bySometimes I lay watching while everyones passingpassing by
no breath left in me
I remain unseen
the things that I feel
they have no appeal
the shadow cast on me is all that I see
the time that have past
i only wish had last the things that I fear
are slowly coming near
the feelings that we share
are no longer there you've gone away from me no longer can I be
I'm slowly passing on
the time for me is gone the passion that I lack slowly fades to black


...Is life what it really seems? Or are characters in a thoughtless dream? made up by this hidden world unseen, forever longing for whats inbetween...
made to play our specific role the time we use takes its toll the life we lead is like a pole desperatly spinning out of control
To take the lead is never nice nothing weak will ever surfice the truth we want is cold as ice but we're not willing to try it twice.
spiritually we all are blind we never seem to use our mind the thing we see isn't what we find im weighted down but this man-kind &


Memories Part OnePart I: Thrill HouseMemories Part One
Twigs snapped like frail, brittle bones as thirteen-year-old Joshua Coleman snuck through the damp foliage as he approached the Madeline Island circus. Bright red hair blew in the wind as he stopped to look at his surroundings. The circus came to this area of Michigan only once a year.
The show set itself around the local thrill house, featuring it as one of its main attractions. Josh had heard rumors that several years ago a boy had committed suicide from within the thrill house. It was said that he cut his wrists open after hours, dying in the long black hall.
People had originally mist
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Art of my friend: Gary Roberts comics
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~WeCritique
breathe in the peppermint winds of life and let your rancid fumes pour out.
aww F it... hello
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Nobody from nowhere,
I'm no one at all...
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It's not that I so badly want to die,
But at these times i struggle for desire to live
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-"Bravery is just a leap in the dark"
-unknown
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