1.29'I never slept. Not for weeks. Do we sleep with eyes watching us, or will they fall away from us again? I don't remember anything I've done. I could have been to heaven or hell. I could have found a future of some kind. Did I sleep through it all? Or did it just never happen? It's hard to believe something like that would ever be seen. Dancing skies; glowing red above me. Rain beating the senses into bowing before faith. Wind forcing the days of weakness back into you. Welcome to the new day - you'll never see it, but we know it's the1.29
MirrorFound alive in the forest, seven days gone. Covered in blood, unable to speak. Leaves make a graveyard of nature, Minds tell a tale he can't return.Mirror
Tell me how to silence you.
Hospital room, body shaking. Loved ones gather in vain. Eyes open wide, flatline fades. Fallen risen once again.
Tell me how to silence you, a mind locked inside itself has no freedom.
Mirror tell me what I see, those dull grey eyes beckon me.
This price I pay for three month's freedom, a fight for pride and my redemption. Block the voices from m
Shadows...Living on the edge of darkness, streetlights flickering into the distance. Eyes roamed the pathways like they'd never see such beauty again.Shadows...
A girl walks, treading the path like water, looking left and right as she passes the trees that snake ahead of her, creating monsters out of leaves under the moon. Hair the colour of flames chases sweat down her forehead, in a whirlwind of beauty and peace.
A man is waiting for the girl, eyes darting left and right. His chest moves in stops and starts, his breath fearful of revelation. His lips thin out as he prepares himself to speak.
But the
Look your last upon the sun...It was silent over no-man's land, the mud and blood lay still under the moon, the trees half destroyed. It was as if a hurrican had hit, tearing man and nature apart in some sort of unholy torrent of destruction.Look your last upon the sun...
But for now, it was silent.
In a few hours, the fields would be lit up in a bizarre display of guns and shrapnel, gas and explosions. Men would die, men would survive. War could be fought, or war could end. Hundreds upon thousands upon millions. Fathers, husbands, brothers, cousins, uncles and nephews. All dead.
But for now, it was silent.
Six o'clock. The guns begin to
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