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FrozenCan things simply fade
in such a short period of time?
Where are those your feelings
you'd said you had? Where are mine?
I can no longer feel
the part of you that lived in me,
and when I try to remember your face
an indistinct blur is all I see.
With my hands I try to collect
what remains of us - all is broken!
How I wish I could feel something more
but my soul is dark, and my heart is frozen.
Friends...Friends sometimes will hurt you,
tear you apart
and you won't have a clue
of where the blow
has come from.
They may tell they're right
and that, again,
you are wrong.
are not what they seem.
they can be quite mean.
Who's the one to blame?
It's that old story,
That's so lame!
a dirty street, a dead end.
Who would have known
that this is what
I'd call a friend?
We may cry,
complain, feel doubts...
You never know when it comes,
but be ready for the blow.
Is it the end?
but you're losing a friend.
What If (The World Ends Today)What if flames consume the world?
What if storms flood the towns?
Or if superior beings take over the Earth
or we fall in giant cracks on the ground?
What if the planet becomes remote,
everywhere, the purest desolation,
the human race about to perish
without any single chance of salvation?
I'll still have, in my recollections,
the remembrance of your smile,
I would have a reason to be happy
when the world becomes hostile.
I'll think about all the moments
you've spent close to me,
when it seemed to be the end of the world,
and you were the light that I could see.
I'll simply close my eyes...
Earthquake? Tornado? Lava?
I wouldn't have a clue!
What if the world ends today?
My life's been complete, since the day that I met you.
FearOpen your eyes to face your fears.
let your heart sill, don't despair
Deep inside, you know you can't hide
danger hangs around, side by side.
You want to call for help, but... who?
No one is coming to rescue you.
You'll have to face, you'll have to fight,
deal with the shadows of the night,
be the winner of the game
- while mysterious voices utter your name.
Not a witch, a werewolf, a ghost...
This is exactly what you fear the most,
much scarier than all the rest.
You feel your heart heavy in your chest.
Enveloped in dread, you feel like blind,
someone is playing with your mind.
Then you know, you don't have a clue,
the monster is inside you.
Any possible help or light is gone,
you are here, and you are alone.
No matter how much you hide, how much you run...
The nightmare has just begun.
Count on MeYou can count on me, at any time
regardless the place or day.
I am here for you
(even though I don't know what to say).
I'll help you
as you have ever helped me.
Together, you know, we're stronger
and we will always be.
I beg you, please, let me know
if there's anything I can do for you.
You can trust me (as I trust you),
you know it's true.
AskAsk me what you want to know
Whatever you want
Whenever you want
Everything you might possibly want to know about me
To ask everything
I ask you:
But it doesn't mean that I'll answer.
My Widowed HeartMy love for you was something I can't say
the reason of my breath, the light of my day
I'll never find someone like you used to be
I'll never recover the part of you missing in me
When I listen to our song, I still sing along...
Though I'll never understand why it went so wrong
I had never felt that a sentiment could be so true
What will I do once I can no longer count on you?
Will I ever overcome this loss and the pain?
Will I ever hold you in my arms again?
I pray that I will up wake from this nightmare,
look at you, feel you near, see that you still care.
I'll always miss all of you, every single part.
Rest in Peace, while I try to heal my widowed heart.
The Promisse- I don't know what to do... I just don't feel what I used to feel for her anymore. I wouldn't like to hurt her... but I can't make her happy,
and she no longer pleases me. I need other people. That's why I cheat on her.
- Isn't there anything to do?
- I don't think so. I've already tried everything. It's useless. I think she doesn't love me.
- If you're not fine, if you don't love her, if she doesn't love you... why are you still together?
- Because we promised. We said we'd always be together.
- I'd rather someone being with me because they want to, not because they have to.
- We can't break the promise!
- I'll never understand... why did you promise to be unhappy?
Des Reves / DreamsIl y a quelque chose sur toi
qui me fait rêver
et je perds ma raison
essayer de cacher, mentir,
ou simplement dire que non
Parce que quand tu es proche
je me sens libre,
je me sens plus légère.
Perdue, je me trouve
dans une autre dimension,
comme une nouvelle atmosphère
Un monde où
je peux te faire rêver,
et où je peux rêver avec toi.
Un monde où
je te vis comme ma realité -
c'est un rêve pour moi.
Parfois, j'ai peur
de reveiller et voir
que c'est comme ce de rien était.
Mais le matin,
je sens ton embrasse vers moi...
Mes rêves sont déjà vrais!
I Need You.What if I need you to stop me?
What if I need you to stop me making myself sick for the fifth time today?
What if I need you to stop me running that razor across my wrist tonight?
But I've got to not need you anymore...
Where are you?
Where are you when I swallow all those pills?
Where are you when I run out of a classroom bursting into tears?
But you're not here for me anymore...
Who can I talk to?
Who can I talk to when I don't want to eat for four days?
Who can I talk to when I can't take things anymore?
But you don't really care anymore....
Who can give me that support?
Who's going to tell me it's okay to be scared?
Who's going to give me that hug when I'm shaking?
But not you, because my problems aren't your responsibility anymore...
But now I am alone.
And I can't feel this way.... Not anymore.
MessEverywhere I go
Every single place
The troubles seem to grow
Every smiling face
Eventually frowns with woe
Why can't I do
I just screw
Up everything despite
The happiness I try to spew
Is it me
Am I the source of this ache
Does the pain flow free
Is this what I make
Should I go away and hide
Never to see others
Or the outside
But would I stop another's
Pain and be the only one that ever cried
What is a life with no grey
When everyone is sad
I'd give it all away
It wouldn't be that bad
I would finally be able to say
I saved a life
The three kingdoms | ProlougeThousands of years ago in minecraftia, three kingdoms were born.
One in the south, Enderstorm, made in the very depths of a volcano. It's walls made of obsidian, black like the night and impenetrable by force. The great wall surrounded the whole kingdom, shielding the lower town from harm as well as the main tower it's self. It wasn't just a volcano, - the kingdom; the main castle where the king resided was forged into the volcano, making it look as if it was swallowing the building. Myths tell that it's foes would flee at the mere sight of it.
The kingdom is known for it's use of magic. Some say it's from the ring that was given to the first king of Enderstorm. To this day, magic is still used within the borders. 10 years ago, the king passed and his son rythian replaced him at the throne. He has been ruling ever since, guarding the scarred ring with his life, sealing it it a veil of purple magic flames in the center of his throne room. No one has ever gotten to it, because no o
Evil Inside of Me, Ch.10, I am so sorry."Yes it's me." Sjin snarled coldly.
Sips was speechless, and Lalna was too busy attempting to catch his breath to speak.
"Leave Lalna alone." Sjin repeated, a bit more forcefully this time.
"Uh, yea, um…" Sips stuttered, shocked and silently wishing Martyn was busy.
Sjin stared at his old friend for a second, his hatred showing clearly on his face. He turned to help Lalna when Sips spoke clearly. "I'm so sorr-"
"No." Sjin muttered. "You made your choice. You chose power over your closest friends. And now it's permanent. Can't be fixed." He walked over to the scientist, and helped him.
"Sjin-" Sips attempted, but Sjin ignored him. Sips sighed, conflicted, and tried again, this time mumbling. "You need to hurry. Martyn should be here any moment. He doesn't have any control over his former self."
Sjin nodded, and helped the hobbling, gasping, Lalna to get back to the city as soon as possible.
Sips sat, his side aching from the mining laser beam, and watched as his fellow spaceman w
Evil Inside of Me, Ch.12It was a bleak, rainy day. Perfect for a funeral. Ash gray clouds obscured the sun's welcome rays and the faint drizzle the made its way down from the sky was freezing like ice. It was like the sky itself was crying. Which was fitting. An aura of foreboding and discremancy smothered the city like a blanket.
Xephos took a deep breath and opened his eyes. He was sitting in the back row of the church, listening to the minister speak. He had hardly been listening, immersed in is own world, and it seemed like everyone else had been doing the same. Everyone was in shock of Benjii's unexpected death. It had all happened so fast.
Strippin's arrival back at the kingdom.
The still-warm, bloody corpse in his arms.
The lack of emotion, anything, in the surviving brother's eyes.
Xephos was shook back to reality at a soft touch on his shoulder, and looked over. Lalna was gazing at him, eyes dull but still with a touch of spark in them. “I'm going to get
Evil Inside of Me, Ch.11Sjin and Lalna were silent on the walk back to Icaria. Both were silent, and Lalna was leaning heavily on Sjin's shoulder, the scientist having trouble supporting himself after nearly getting choked to death. They hobbled along at a slow pace, the only sounds being the thud of their boots on the dry earth. Lalna sighed and turned his head to look at Sjin.
“Why?” The blonde man asked.
Sjin looked at Lalna quizzicaly. “Why what?”
“Why did you save me back there?” Lalna pressed.
Sjin sighed. “I did what I needed to do. I didn't want to see you die. Neither did I want to see my ex-best friend kill someone.”
Lalna was silent. The answer didn't satisfy him, but now was the not the time to dig for a better one.
The two approached the massive marble gates of Icaria. They swung open with a dull thud and the two walked inside and headed towards where Minty treated the wounded. They had one heck of a story to tell.
Strippin gently carried h
Yogfic - Different - Part11 Xephos sighed sadly. It seemed they'd lost Lalna for good, now all that remained was him and the others, and even then they were too exhausted to even think properly.
Cormburskan's testing was killing them slowly, another one of those horrid chambers and they would be dead for good.
Would the others notice immediatly when they came back to Tektopia from the time with their families? Would they try to look for them? Would this Israphel do the same to them as he did to the current group in captivity?
The spaceman hoped not. He didn't want anyone else to fall into the sadistic group's claws.
Red had hurt Xephos dearly. His own brother despised him for something he was just too oblivious to notice.
The red eyed twin had done everything for him when they were younger. He'd played with him when he was lonely; he'd told him bedtime stories when either their mom or dad was too busy; he'd let him sleep in the same bed as him when the sounds of the Daarkish had become unbearably loud
Yogscast Tekkit: Alternate Timeline ch. 4The sun was shining brightly in the sky above Sips and Sjin as they wandered across a plain. Their feet ached, and they had been walking for so long that Duncan's volcano was no longer visible on the horizon. Wherever they were, they didn't seem to be very close to their compound or their secret base. "Alright, here's what we should do," said Sjin, "Let's go to the Captive Creeper and talk to Minty. She'll probably have some ideas."
"That's a great plan, Sjin, but there's only one problem with that," replied Sips, "We don't know where the fuck we are."
"Let me just get my bearings, and we'll find our way back home."
"Look, there's an ocean over there," Sips pointed, "Something tells me we should go that way."
"Alright. Do you have any boats?"
They checked their inventories. There was not a single boat between them, nor was their enough wood to craft one. "God damn it," said Sips, "Now we have to walk all the way back to the jungle, get some wood, make some boats… You know what? Forget
S h a t t e r e d.What is she supposed to do
when the whole world is against her?
Everything she touches shatters
into a million tiny shards,
until it resembles the pathetic pieces of her broken heart
and withers away to nothing.
She'll watch the dust float away on the merciful wind,
until it is just an image
forever etched into her mind.
She'll be satisfied in knowing that it, at least,
will finally be safe from this hell on Earth.
Love StinksWhen you are feeling sad
what's the sense in romantic songs?
Love is good, they say...
Did I learn it all wrong?
Heart is an attention whore,
love is a vanity game,
romantic stories are just lies -
Now cover your face, and hide the shame.
Forget the trifles and common sense,
remember this one thing:
No one cares about your feelings,
love is rotten and it stinks.
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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