

The Sword at the Boy's SideThe Sword at the Boys sideThe Sword at the Boy's Side
Slowly drifting apart Left in wonder About the paths taken and the ones never made Trying to reach out My hands always seem to fade The blade in the sheath stays dormant at my side A bridge of battles before this
Still even more beyond
I live here all alone Inside a haze of defeat Glancing at the sword in the sheath The mission remains incomplete Yelling to the empty sky The promise of what I must protect Who I am and where Ive been is only cause and effect
Stand against myself &nbs


NamelessChapter One: Rain and GhostsNameless
When it rains, thats when the world is real.
When the rain falls arent people sad? Is there not a certain unexplainable sadness that lingers? Almost tainting the air like a poison that infects the body with a feeling of despair and quiet depression? More so with each falling tear that splashes on the ground below.
This world is not real its merely an illusion thats why the rain is such a marvel. It washes away all the masks of the world, revealing things for what they are ..if anything and lets the people view things with their true e


The Black FeatherThe table was flowing with colorful foods that appeared so flawless in its captivating beauty that it almost seemed like painting. The doorbell was receiving a vigorous workout as it played its alerting tune, while people fluttered in dressed to complaint the luxurious setting. The room was filled with ideal chatter, one could not walk by without being bombarded with little snippets of others conversations. Gradually, they assembled at the gorgeous feast, still carrying on with their talking. Amongst the scattered talk that went back and forth across the table like a game of ping-pong, the door abruptly swung open.The Black Feather
There wa


My only friendA flip of the bottle to press to your lips, Damage you suffer is what you are desperate to eclipse,My only friend
The pain is numbed but never erased. Liquid rushing down your throat, you want to feel whole,
Nevertheless, still left empty by the howling cries of the soul. True reflections are hidden, but never unseen; even
By the mask, you tend to display. What you try to hide is your demons, dancing freely within your mind, scared of what they have to say. Just one more to quell them,
One more to send them back down to hell. You plunge even deeper, with one final kiss A quiet slumber in
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it was full of stars
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