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Her AscentViolet flames illuminate,
Fighting past these thoughts I hate,
But now I know just what this means to me.
Kingdoms die as angels sing.
Existence tied to many things.
Acquiesce in what has been set free.
Tangled webs of twisted veins.
Reflecting iris of the rain.
Beasts and bandits captive to the lies.
Obsidian drowns the demons lair,
Left to wither in despair.
Look down below to where the raven cries.
Frozen corpse, a spirit bleeds.
Lilacs laid for all to see.
A hermit mourns but now he must move on.
A world decays in faded eyes.
Decades til the second rise.
Things wont be the same now that shes gone.
Truths and Lies--In and OutI really hate to say this
(HAH! What are we, ten?)
I'm not sure that this is working
(I don't WANT to be your friend!)
Everything has gone downhill
(I blame this shit on you!)
I need to work some problems out
(I know exactly what to do)
So what have you been doing?
(Who did you sleep beside last night?)
How's your life been lately?
(How does her hair look in the light?)
I completely understand
(but can I strangle you just for fun?)
I'm happy as long as you are
(I hope you know that we are done.)
So why did you call me?
(Can't you leave me the Hell alone!?)
It was nice of you to think of me
(Should I disconnect my phone?)
Are You The One..Are You The One..
The one to be my anghel
The one that made my life shine
To go through it all without any condition
I could feel my world being lifted up
Everytime I say What's up?
I could see you smiling at me
Are You The One that Won My Heart?
That made my life feel so true
That puts us together so brand new
To where our eyes meet at the start
The one that touches your heart so dearly
The one that rocks your life with mine
To run through it all to without any hesitation
You could feel your world being raised into air
Everything as you say it in a prayer
You could feel me holding you
Am I The One that Won
Fuckall the way to Pluto I fly in mind
constantly duckin the asteroids in time
just gotta believe, I don't need to breathe
It's all in my head, these things I dread
my music all around beats these noises and sounds
as I sit around and pretend that I'm bound
with hunters and hounds trackin me down
oblivious to the obvious
still searchin for providence
alone in this place
just need to give it some space
knockin on heavens door with a warrent for more
I can beat this illusion
my eyes are confusin
for walls and seclusion
but bound by reason
of course still breathin
happy for hope
and glad not to be broke
WIP-Part 3 Chap OneChantelle groans as sunlight beats beadily upon her face, beams stroking her skin with glaring, fiery fingers through a maze of clouds. She's already sick of hurting heels and freshly freckled arms, of sleepless midnights occupied by warm weather and supervision through sorcery. Early yesterday morning, they'd been smuggled out of their village, a still-risen crescent moon the only witness to their departure. She's been signaling Cameele at every opportunity, an old language of grunts, stomping feet and heavy sighs drudged from childhood memories. He hasn't been responding. Chantelle wonders if his lack of interest is spawned from guilt.
WIP-Part 3 Chap ThreeShe trails them closely, sticking to the forest for cover, cloaking herself in darkness and the hush of nature's finest creatures.
The hooded woman tucks loose strands of hair behind her ears and watches as Chantelle stamps her foot in apparent agitation. She knows the code; with every passing hour, more of Chantelle's plan falls into place. What Cameele doesn't appear to understand is that even while Chantelle's trying to communicate, she's also manipulating energy without moving her tongue. It's a skill unique to Chantelle alone. She's been using it for years.
The woman stops suddenly when the sound cracks beneath her foot, shifting
WIP-Part 2 Chap FiveMox walks calmly across death's terrain, the Spirits floating along around him. He's on a quest; the Sacred Stone, his only chance at hearing the words of the souls surrounding him, lies ahead. He listens to their chatter, the noise close to that of wind-swept branches scraping the glass of shuttered windows. It sends a chill down his spine.
The portal grows darker with every step, dried leaves cackling beneath his feet, sticking to his toes. An odd light lines the horizon, the clouds muddy in the distance and pitch-black overhead. It reminds Mox of an art technique, colors fading with d
WIP-Part Two Chap FourThe Spirits spin around him silently, churning the already-congealing blood through his veins, keeping him lurking on the edge of death. Caught between Heaven and Hell, the purgatory they'd been sentenced to so long ag. They exhaust themselves on their goal, bridging the gap between the separate worlds, bringing Mox across the threshold. When they release his wrists, he lands on the dark soil with a solid thump and they gather at his side. Finally, someone's come to help!
They gesture wildly when his eyes pop open, the green pigment dulled to murky brown in the stormy portal. They follow the time-wisened river over miles of rolling hill
WIP-Part 2 Chap 3Fifty miles away, in a city most call Shekal, Meshalene curses as her connection is severed. Bubbling with anger, she watches the messenger scurry away. Seclanash is a coward. He doesn't dare show his pitiful face, sending a damn freckan in his place! It's the most insulting thing he could do, to send a slave in his place to pass this message along.
It's no matter, though; she got the information she wanted, even if she's missed out on another free snack. The pain flares up ravenously. She needs to feed, but she refuses to risk her death for a few measly pints of blood. Meshalene knows her head carries a heavy price tag. Even stickin
WIP-Part Two, Chap TwoThe Spirits are ecstatic; they've been waiting fifteen years for this day. Aleese, the oldest of the group, is the only one who remembers why they'd hoped it would never come. The only cause for the celebration of the others is that they're finally being released! Well, sort of, anyway.
Their souls are held by a curse placed on them the night they died. A powerful sorceress had uttered the chaining chant just moments before passing on herself, the encantation capturing the souls of those who died in two days' time and locking them away. It holds them to earth, awaiting the day two children would be snatched from their village by a demon
WIP-Chapter Ten"Go answer the door, Cameele. Answer the door, or I will." Cameele takes an unbidden step forward at the tenacity of the persuasions dripping from Ricotore's tongue. He's been trained to fight, but he can't fight this. There's too much at stake, too much he can't afford to lose.
Loss. It's something he's never experienced, not to this degree. Not so badly that it hurts. Sure, he lost some toys growing up. A couple pets were shot by the local gang out of spite, for pure fun. But Cameele hadn't pined for those; they were too far beneath him to matter. Chantelle, though, is beginning to become a different story. He's already decided
WIP-Chapter TwelveHe wakes with his head cradled upon a lumpy pillow, splatters of icy wetness cooling the heat of his face. Groaning quietly, his eyelids flutter feebly, fighting against the brightness of the room. As his cluttered mind slowly clears, the missing pieces click vaguely into place. Ricotore's here. Chantelle had been knocking, and Ricotore demanded he open the door, but Cameele hadn't been able to. He'd fainted. And Chantelle...
His eyelids snap open quickly, no longer caring about the pain of facing the light. Speckles of black and grey pepper his vision as he looks wildly around, frantically searching. Finally, he raises his eyes towa
WIP-Chapter EightHis annoyance at Chantelle beats through his veins. She's been driving him crazy, waking him at nine in the morning to make sure he's alright, following him around as if he's got a leash chained to her neck. As if he controls her every move.
He's been reconsidering his feelings, and has discovered some inconsistencies. He's trained to be strong and dangerous, to care for nobody but his Master and feel no emotions unless they are required. He was told to gain Chantelle's trust, to break down her reservations and insure he's close enough for the plan to work. He's taken it a step too far, his mission leaning away from the goal he's suppos
WIP-Chapter SevenChantelle opens her eyes to a gloomy grey filtering from the window. A week has passed since her episode. She has spent every waking moment clinging to Cameele, unable to blink for fear of losing him. Her parents, oblivious to reality, believe it's the blossomings of puppy love and leave them be. They are oblivious to everything anymore, it seems, blaming Chantelle's distracted mind on the weather and lack of sleep. This morning, the world seems to be off-key. Even her mood, usually bright and bubbly, is rotting and cankerous. It feels as if someone stuck twenty egg
WIP-Chapter FiveHe paces the floor in irritation, rage overwhelming his senses and ensnaring him in its web. How dare he get interrupted! Did people not understand it was necessary? The world needed to be cleansed; his Master would make that possible. Chantelle needed to die. Her innocence had to be preserved. How dare anyone interfere!
Cameele mutters as he wears down the padding on his feet. He'd been given a mission and he'd failed. Chantelle, despite the attachment he feels toward her, must be taken out of existance. In the back of his mind, a foreign voic
Prolonged Winter--C.Lemons churn inside
As denial sets gently,
A blanket aiding October reality,
With frozen hands
wrapped like fragile hope
around the long
sweating neck of a bottle,
I dim the lights on yesterday
and close my eyes
to the day falling like dew
on a stranger's lost horizon.
Forge myself in rays
Heat once shared by beckoning lips
Stay in place
Now out of reach footsteps
Shall forever follow me
the clock strikes one
and I tell myself I'll be okay
swallowing the poisons
of lost love,
but the comforter's too heavy
on my step-ladder ribs
and midnight's warbling silence
feels like phantom fingers
brushing down my escal
Look in the Mirror
Take a look in the mirror;
tell me, what do you see?
I see a mess of a soul
trapped in a masterpiece.
Peel the layers back
and glance beneath skin.
Hiding under the glitter
is a monster within.
Take a look in the mirror;
do you see what I crave?
Your hatred makes up
for all the love that you gave.
Peel the layers back
and lose what's left of your heart.
I'll never let go
until your world's torn apart.
Take a look in the mirror
and see what I see:
a soul lost to tomorrow,
forever belonging to me.
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