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Behind her empty smiles
and empty words of vile,
lays a broken-heart.
Ready to depart,
from the loneliness she feels,
with no one there to help heal
the pain she can't seem to find.
She's losing her mind,
and she doesn't know why.
So she looks toward the sky
and makes her prayer
hoping God will be fairer.
"Why do I hate myself," she cries,
as she wipes her eyes.
Then she screams out a curse,
"What could possible go worst?!"
So she spews the rage,
toward the helpless her in the cage.
Just moments away from the edge
of sanity, her final pledge.
and empty words of vile,
lays a broken-heart.
Ready to depart,
from the loneliness she feels,
with no one there to help heal
the pain she can't seem to find.
She's losing her mind,
and she doesn't know why.
So she looks toward the sky
and makes her prayer
hoping God will be fairer.
"Why do I hate myself," she cries,
as she wipes her eyes.
Then she screams out a curse,
"What could possible go worst?!"
So she spews the rage,
toward the helpless her in the cage.
Just moments away from the edge
of sanity, her final pledge.
Literature
A History of Imaginarium
When we were young, we believed. In myths, in legends, in stories beyond the wildest imagination of the best story teller in the world. Tomorrow always held surprises, new stories, and new worlds for our imaginations to explore. Everything began with 'Once upon a time' and ended with 'Happily ever after.' We lived in a land where we all owned pet tyrannosaurus rexes, maybe a few dragons, a sword that rivaled Excalibur and faeries and pixies, who just happened to make great playmates. Fae food for some reason always seemed to be so much better than your average meal, and who needs an adult to talk sense to, when you could have a talking lion?
Literature
My Masquerade
~My Masquerade~
For the world I am displayed;
They always watch but cannot see
through my masquerade.
I feel every moment fly;
My heart is beating, pulse racing,
breath held as I lie.
My innocence I can't defend;
I know that surely this will linger
'til my very end.
I brought this all upon myself;
Mask upon mask, lie upon lie
like valueless wealth.
Dare I take these masks off no!
My former self haunts me
everywhere I go.
False glory, false honor, false fame;
With all these masks I seem to have
forgotten my own name.
Literature
Bringer of the Night
Bringer of the Night:
Born from the kiss of a goddess
And drenched in the cauldron of lies.
He emerged as a being of entropy
Bearing the mark of flies...
His wings were made from crow-like feathers
Black as the dust of the night.
His fangs were laden with horrid infection
Made from the stone of blight.
A single bite, was poison enough
And soon they began to change...
The children loved by the lady in white
Soon they became deranged.
Powerful beings of might and magic
They soared through the moonlit sky!
They flew amongst the twinkling stars
But their gift was a burning lie...
Falling to the ground like choking insects
Crawli
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This deep, but don't worry someone will come for you and care for. You just got to wait Good things happen to those who wait Just keep believin!