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prologue i never thought it would be impossible to see how you did, once again has it seemed to take away the sky and the stars to borders unknown. whether they will be returned or not, is no longer up to me, but if you see fit, it will be your choice to live.prologue
i couldn't always listen for the effect the eyes gave you, so much to wait for and to hear. perhaps their coloured pupils were just
mere lanterns, for the artificial light illuminated by the greed you, and i, awoke within them. i could never tell..
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cover me in sheetsslight noises are making me jump, ten feet high in the air. catching the clouds and licking the rain, millions, upon millions of sun-rays in my hair...cover me in sheets
wake me up, throw me high. twist my arms, hang my dry. my eyes are drooping, my ears are bleeding, I can see no more, my senses have failed me.
how long can this sun deprive me of the shelter I seek. comfort in the folds of night, covered sheets and soft, sweet dreams. thousands of stars singing overhead, drowning out the angels who weep. killing the devils where they stand, leaving the air
dark rooms, darker corridorsthe music plays within my head, as I flick the light switch on. cold, dark doors stand absolute alongside me leading to empty rooms with no light. dark rooms and darker stairs, no rail left to guide me away.dark rooms, darker corridors
I stare out into the night, catching glimpses of the stars shining bright and outright in the sky. blackened ash seems to fall and leaves are gone again. trees no longer stand tall, because the water does not run. it pools, and pools again. darker in each swirl. such a vortex is a waste in this world.
will there ever be a night &n
eyes can see raincity lights shine amber upon cylindrical mountains standing in a cold winter night dark circles surrounding fireflies haven something stronger than a regulareyes can see rain
god domain and power a skyscraper city shattered trees among black rivers drowning
people
death
..gone
Satelites Inspire Her.The back door slid open, and her feet met with the chilled pavement outside as they departed from the warmed tiles inside. Turning back to the door, she slid it closed again, trying to mind the noise it made so it wouldn't reach the ears of those behind the laundry door. Her hand left the door handle, as she crept down the path at the side of her house to the clothes line. She didn't dare look up just yet, for the dealthy webs and the fear of her eyes meeting with those with eight legs, crawling hungrily along the walls. Her movements quicked as her panic rose to her throat; she needed to sit at her spot and rid herself of everything. &Satelites Inspire Her.
Devious Journal Entry
Not Impressed
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Blissful delusion makes me laugh
Allows me to take shelter in its arms
While it deals with the horrific reality
We live in and protects me from harm
The crazy jester smiles at all
The people call him crazy
But really he is just like me
Happy, in delusion
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... Et nous offrirons nos yeux au monde... (A. Stivell)
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the sky above the cliffs is grey,
the birds are flying to the sea.
it is starting to rain again,
let the ship pass away...
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