Sing the song, the melodic song of Life. Fanciful tune that carries our hopes and dreams. Sing this song, this song that is me. Hold me in your heart and cherish me always ( Read more... )

The darkness harbors the enemy. The heights of buildings are their nests. They slither through the sewers and float through the dark night sky, usually invisible to the naked eye, but there nonetheless.

Imjusttypingthistomakesuremyentrystartslowerthantheverytop ( Read more... )

Complete. Utter. Terror. Clutching that teddy bear and hiding under your blanket isn't going to turn the lights on. You are alone, and you don't stand a chance. It doesn't matter how quietly you cry because it's too late. Hopeless. It isn't the pain that scares you, is it? It isn't that you don't know what's there. No. You know what it is ( Read more... )

A drop of dark, amidst the light, turn the tides, the shadow's fight. The dead won't die, again they rise. Can't kill the past, still she tries.

Her haunted soul, all night she cries. Her humble role, she slowly dies. In her dreams, her crystal eyes, through thoughts and dreams, she tears the skies.

I feel like I've been making a lot of mistakes, today. I feel like I've done something really wrong, that deserves an apology. I don't know why I feel that way... I can't really be sure if that's even what the feeling is, but it's the best way I can describe it. I feel guilty. I feel really, really guilty. So... I'm sorry. Honestly and ( Read more... )

I was sitting somewhere, today, with a notebook in my lap. I'd just torn a page out so that I could write on it without trying to keep the book open. A woman in her late thirties, perhaps, ended up near me with her two children. Her son, a blonde boy of no more than four years, and her daughter, who may have been his elder by two or three years ( Read more... )

The rivers run red, the heat melts the sand, all life is dead when I walk the land. I am the son who died for your sins. The time has come, I'm born again ( Read more... )

Black is all of the colors. White is none of them. So does that make black, a color regarded as evil and dark, more of an accepting color than white, a color that is looked upon as good and holy? Huh. Or maybe black just stole everything from white. That could be it. Wonder what that makes gray... The color, I mean ( Read more... )

A boat does not fly ( Read more... )