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Lights lay low and shadows dissapear, nighttime falls upon a vast field in a place unknown. In the middle of the field a small, obviously well used shed barely stayed standing. Shingles letting loose, and holes wearing away in the wood. A wind storm and the place would be in ruins. In this shed, a boy restlessly turned. The expression displayed on the boy's face was of fear and anger. Small droplets of sweat began dripping from the boy's forehead. A dream of terror playing in his sleep.
I glide through these trees with no problem, almost as if they aren't there. Just the person following me. I slow to aid the pains beginning to consume my energy. These deep breaths aren't satisfying them well enough anymore. It's impossible for me to go any further, I must stop. A tree would be a good place to sit and rest--but what are that chances my chaser will go past me? Not very good. The mysterious suspect, of an unknown face appeared to be gone...Looking behind the tree--No one, ahead--no one, to the other side... There he was. His face of a blackness, no eyes, no mouth, no nose. Merely impressions faintly shadowed to suggest that they might have once been there and taken away by some strange circumstance. The man's head--covered by a dark hood, is of normal size. Nothing out of the ordinary through that perspective. The rest of him was clothed with a black robe flowing to his bare feet. Upon his hands were gloves crafted of metal, with chains covering the surface, and metallic vines around the edges. Flipping over his hand, the man reveled the under side of the glove, equipped with small spikes, and near the end of the wrist, a small piece of hematite was mounted. After the movement of his hand, the man made a slight gesture unknown to me, and appeared to have no effect on anything near. He then slipped off his hood, hair of a musty dark gray color--knotted and messed.
Nostalgic Escapism · Tue May 27, 2008 @ 08:22am · 0 Comments |
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I wonder what I did--to screw up so badly. I wonder if it was me that brought all of this down on me. Am I the true creator of my downfall? I wish life would give it's mercy And tear away the limbs that hurt, Take these burning eyes and sieging pains Rip out my heart--confused with the depression and loneliness to fill an eternity And leave me to bask in the knowing that no one will leave me; For I have left them, The few that may have cared and loved me, The few that have put up with one who is most displeasing and helpless.
Nostalgic Escapism · Tue May 27, 2008 @ 08:00am · 0 Comments |
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