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A Taste Of HeavenI know him,his struggle, his pain.A Taste Of Heaven by dandelionchronicles
The torture he endures in his brain.
There's a battle in his mind,
leaving him no place to hide,
So slowly he disappears, he fades,
and I'm left with the promises he made.
And now he's in heaven, like a dream,
his mind is quiet, no more silent screams.
But his happiness is tricky, i fear he's wrong,
cause the devils been in his head all along,
what is worse than a personal hell?
A taste of freedom before your eternal jail.
I'll still be there, when it all falls apart,
Picking up the broken pieces of his tired heart.
Does he realize t's a demon of his own creation?
fueled by self-loathing, a lifetime of frustration.
The darkness in him overpowers the light,
and I know that, again, he has lost the fight.
I hang on to my hope, maybe one day he will win,
I pray that he finds the strength to be my hero again.
Be strong, I want to scream, hold onto the light,
but it's useless, I see it's the same old fight.
The darkness in him is strong, but th
Where Did You Go Chapter 6Chapter SixWhere Did You Go Chapter 6 by suyuku-san
The flight was long.
Long, and at points, really exhausting, Ashely found that no matter what she did she couldn’t get any sleep on the flight, she dozed here and there but not any concrete sleep.
Ashley could only chalk it up to nerves; she hadn’t been in Japan for over six years so it was understandable for feeling so nervous.
The plane would land in Chiba Prefecture, at Narita International Airport. It was the closest one to Tokyo that Ashley could find on short notice; thankfully the ticket wasn’t too pricy since it was early spring. Yet being on the plane made her feel almost isolated, like a strange sense of deja-vu from the first time she was on her way to Japan.
Now it was a lot more common to see people of different ethnicities traveling all around the world be it for business, or pleasure. Back when she was only fifteen, it almost felt jarring at how she and six other kids from her school were sitting on a plane. All sitting separately and trying
Winter WindWinter WindWinter Wind by Michel-le-fou
Occasional rush of chilly air
I clutch my muffler tight
Someone beside me shivers
I must conceal my delight
They dress so simply despite the weather
They must cough and sneeze all night
I spend my time to prepare
And I feel all right
The Mora - Bit 12Kim woke disoriented and short of breath, feeling as though something large had been sitting on her chest all night. Combine that with the weird dreams, and she felt as though she had barely gotten any sleep at all. Probably weird dreams, she reminded herself. She should probably ask her grandfather about dream-eaters, just in case that part had been real. If it was real, that girl deserved a serious talking-to. You didn’t just traipse into someone else’s head uninvited and make them go through things like that…The Mora - Bit 12 by QuiEstInLiteris
She shuddered and pulled the covers up to her chin. She could still hear the reverberating, penetrating not-a-voice, ringing somewhere beneath what her ears could perceive.
<<Bring me the medium.>>
Damn, that was freaky and awful. What kind of nut sends nightmares to deal with a personal disagreement?
But it was also over. And nightmares were easier to deal with when the sun was beginning to peep in around the curtains.
Kim rolled out of bed
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