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Untitled story: Prologue *** Prolouge*** Humans. People. Mortals. Imbosills. All the same meaning if you ask my opinion. Closed minded fools if you want to go into further detail. Nethertheless, they are one of the many beings that inhabit Earth as we do. Most aUntitled story: Prologue


ShadowsFears surround you, In your little make-shift haven You cannot hide forever.Shadows
The darkness starts to fill inside you, Smell that stench of death You warmly welcome it.
Grim thoughts inside your head, There is no turning back This will make them pay
One last breath Your eye remains open with a single tear For you saw what you have done,
And that innocent shadow on the wall.


A prison...Dull, like the blade of an overused knife. Bland, like a cake that is not sweet. It feels all good is gone.A prison...
Grey, like the sky with freely falling snow. Shining, like the sun peeking through the clouds. A world outside my window I have yet to explore. But why then am I forced to face this life that is a bore?
There is joy outside of the place where I stand, And I wonder how long the pain will last. I welcome Hell, More then Woehr's math class.


Why Is It This WayIt feels wrong It feels right. It hard to look away Its hard not to look. Only if you understood I would be happy. It is hard to not feel this way But i hope you will understand. All you see me is as a friend. I don't know if you thought of me that kind of way But I sometimes do. I'm afraid to look Look at your eyes and see rejection. As you look over I try to look But without you noticing. As you look at me I wonder what you are thinking. Do you feel that same as I do? If you don't I will always understand. As long asWhy Is It This Way


Time Changes PeopleAs time passes The seasons change The weather changes And the people change. They may not know it But they are changing. Changing some things Or most things Someone will notice. Unless you are alone And try to hide No one will notice you Even if you try to disappear...Forever... The only person that will know Is yourself. As you disappear You go alone. A few years will pass And nothing will change. No one would ever ask Where you went Or if you are okay. As I am dying No one notices Till it's too lateTime Changes People


FlowersThey bloom in Spring And die in Winter. Some die in between then For people Pick them Or stomp on them. Some people may think they are lucky For they have a short life. Some people don't like living So they might want to be a flower Where they die young And not care in the world. Their pain will be gone And if many people want to be flowers There would be a lot of flowers. So when a flower dies A real person may die.Flowers


A Scream Heard In The DistanceThere is a scream Only in the distance Around a block or two. What has happened to That person? For no one looks Or goes Or no one cares What has happened to That person. As nothing is done About the scream The person dies. Fortunately for that person It was short and quick. But it goes to show That no one cares Unless it is about themselves. Then they hope That someone will help them. But no one comes And that person remembers When they didn't go to help out that one person That screamed in the distance. &A Scream Heard In The Distance
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