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ViolenceThe day passes by. Everything hazy and black. As I perform my daily tasks, I find a blade in my hand. An unusual, but comforting feeling comes over me. I look down at my hand and…it was as if I had an epiphany. Violence races through my mind. Adrenaline fills my veins. A smile comes across my face as I visualize myself as a vanguard, an assailant, and a defender.Violence
For some unknown reason, everything just goes away with violence. No pain, no sorrow, no love, no thoughts, no memories, no…nothing. Just adrenaline and my opponent. Everything, for me, in that situation is pure instinct. My physical takes control of my mental.
by ~BloodxShredder
PurityPurity runs dry within this sea of sorrow. The strong have fallen short in this war. The weak have prevailed and have begun to conquer. Are the strong willing to sacrifice themselves for the cause or will they join the weak in this fight for humanity?Purity
I continue on my search for the Pure. The recruits seem weary. 90% of them were once with the Unclean. They request to be cleansed. This army needs the devoted, not the ex-Unclean. The Pure can fall, but the Unclean cannot for they are already at the bottom.
It's easier to fall than to stay on the top. I wish there were more of the Pure. Hope is wearing thin.
by ~BloodxShredder
Eyes WideI can't sleep. I'm lying in the dark, exhausted, trying to keep my eyes open. I don't want to sleep just to wake up to another day of frustration, sorrow, and despair. Where is my angel? Where is my savior? Why must I suffer through this day in and day out? This all needs to be remedied immediately. I cannot continue on like this. The sorrow blurs my vision. The clouds of judgment hover under the rain as the resistance continues to fail.Eyes Wide
Only hope and faith can save me now.
by ~BloodxShredder
Out of PlaceHave you ever felt as if you didn't want to be anywhere or do anything? No motivation, no will, nothing. You try to entertain yourself and keep yourself toward the sun, but you keep finding yourself falling toward the darkness. It's like quicksand. The harder you try to fight it, the further you sink into the pain and sorrow.Out of Place
I can't seem to save myself from all of this. If I can't seem to win the fight from within, who can?
by ~BloodxShredder
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