sometimes,
i have these dreams where my skin is so cut open, i could see every bone in my body if i wanted to. the most fearful part, is how i dont even label them as nightmares anymore. we all have our demons love- will you own up and face yours?
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sometimes,
i have these dreams where my skin is so cut open, i could see every bone in my body if i wanted to. the most fearful part, is how i dont even label them as nightmares anymore. we all have our demons love- will you own up and face yours?

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A war won by no-one
(Please ignore some of the errors such as the wrong punctuation I did this on a Saturday afternoon as my English essay. Please enjoy)
The grey fate drenched over the collapsed cities pulling in the torment; sharp white screams of bloody murder rang in our ears as we walked onto what was believed to be the last stand of the war, they all said that after this there would be peace; but as we got closer to Angels Graveyard all beliefs had been forgotten.
We stood upon the front lines, the air was thick with dust,smoke and the linger of the forgotten; fear shook those whom I used to stand with.I never knew the feeling of lonely or hopelessness , but many of the men were haunted by thoughts of taking their final steps, towards the end.
We stood on the blood drenched soil as battalions lined up, their coats laced with a strong icy-blue, wearing amber on their shields, a charade of confidence as if they wore indestructible armor.
We all stood there eye to eye , our weapons wielded high; the remaining acrid stench of metallic angst filled our burning lungs, seeping our life force ; we knew no fear like this, it was the stench of the rotting dead before us.
“They respect not the dead, not even a speck of dignity.”Elijah whispered.
The two leaders went out with tension as their barricade into the discussion of peace; no man wanted to be there ; as all unfortunately expected the deep bowels of a hungry vengeful beast bellowed , the war horns had sounded . Our minds cleared by the adrenaline coursing through our veins.
A bright crimson light opened the grounds and heavens as limp winged bodies began to fall, others bore white wings ; the beasts crawled out of the of the ground cutting down many and drawing blood from others they caused men to cry out in agony.
There is no need for religion to get involved. The thought of madness hit me at the same force as the blade I struck into another mans chest, gorging me in his blood.
This is mans doing, man should fight alone. I thought quickly pulling my butterfly axe out of his large chest cavity. We fought against the supernatural forces for long hours.
“Break the seal , Call them!’’ One of my brothers called out.
“Call who?”I tossed him my blade.
“The horseme-”A double sided sword carved through his chest, quickly I turned.
“EliJah!”I was flung away by an angel, bearing fury I struck down the creatures, I fought against the impossible, I fought against the no-mans land.
With each swing of my axe my lungs burnt , my arms growing weaker but I stood.
There was a loud bang as a foreign weapons blow echoed through the lands , a silent scream was left in my head.
Four tall figures entered the arena fighting, killing whatever was layed in their path. I felt a sharp pain in my leg, it was spined with teeth as long as daggers, and it was gnawing on my leg , pulling me to the ground it stood taller putting its long large front legs next to my neck.As it moved closer, its saliva thickly laced with blood and the smell of burning rotting flesh began to drip, with a swift movement I took my brother EliJah’s blade plunging it deeply into its rib-cage , my hand was engulfed by the acidic warm black blood. Somethin-someone pulled me up off the ground.
“Get to a man named Thomas as quickly as you can, he will keep you safe.”The angels eyes were a steel blue .I picked up a blade and shield that began to glow in my hands.
With blows struck left and right we cut them down-
“THOMAS!” I shouted for a brief moment I felt hope, there was no more demons; I began to run towards him, stumbling, with my feet carrying me as far as they could , my heart lay pounding in my chest.
“We won Thomas,WE Won-!”I flashed a crimson smile on my scarred face,I hugged him tightly as I reached lower a felt a hilt in his back.
“NO...No, No,No. NO! Not you Thomas-Not you too-”I cried out desperately, my eyes burnt . I buckled onto my knees , my strength left me, I glanced around at the wasteland, my chest burnt as I let out a shattering scream holding my brothers hands.
They were gone, all of them gone, the angels , demons the humans, the warriors,my brothers , EliJah, Thomas. Gone.
With a heavy heart , I finally understood why the word alone was one of the most cruel, darkest, and inhumane words created by man. All of my problems caused by man. This Horrible War Caused by man.
ALL THIS PAIN CAUSED BY ME, A MAN.
A large man wearing a cold complexion put his heavy hand on my shoulder, and spoke out in a stone like tone, calm yet stern.
“Son,this was a war that no-one would ever win...”
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Everyone is running to the light And I watch From where I stand. The light beaming into my eyes And the shadow's arm is around my waist Alone on top of a building rooftop. You are there...in the light Standing...reaching your arm out to me I lift my arm very slowly... our fingertips touching Long ropes of shadow Wrap around my legs And drag me in As I scream and I cry out to you You just stand and watch My eyes watery As I get pulled into the darkness My heart slowly stop beating My bones start breaking My mind turns blank I cry and smile As that’s the last thing to do For me to smile Because it was the last time I was going to see you Before darkness took over
OH . . . wow . . .
Is it just me, or is everyone in their lower castes convinced they cannot attain happiness among lives outside the hemospectrum?
They’re all pacified with the idea that “I am low” and they retain that idea. They choose not to revolt because they have seen the consequences. So, they just accept their lives are shit . . .
That is . . . that is some dark shit.
I just realized that in Danny Phantom, The Ultimate Enemy is called The Ultimate Enemy because you realize that at some point in your life, your greatest enemy is yourself sometimes... Damn, this show was dark