The Demon is inside, It can not escape
it's claw tears at my flesh
Ripping and Tearing, nothing like a caress
Tears run down my face, Hiding the pain behind a smile
Alone in the dark the Demon claws at my soul more
My soul depletes itself into a realm of black,
a dim light flickering, fading,evanescent.
Sometimes writing feels like letting out poison.
Lol, I like your balance of light and dark!
XD I just thought of a song Darkside by Tim Minchin.
*Brace for FG13 Content*
Fox guidence, for 13 pup years and older.
On a dreary night as the snow fell vastly across the land nothing visible but the wall of white and the dull lulling lights of the city in the distance, As the Fox walked bundled up in a heavy coat, paws in his pockets with an Olive green duffle bag hanging off of one shoulder and balaclava covering all but his eyes. His eyes watery from being hit by the flurry of snow attacking his body. The snow packed under his scuffed up brown combat boots. As the path seems to get longer and longer the Fox pulls his light brown paws out of his jacket whipping his delicate dazzling Green cat like eyes gently, no cars in sight only the the lights of the city in slumber.
(I will work on more but so far with do you think?)
On a dreary night as the snow fell vastly across the land nothing visible but the wall of white and the dull lulling lights of the city in the distance, As the Fox walked bundled up in a heavy coat, paws in his pockets with an Olive green duffle bag hanging off of one shoulder and balaclava covering all but his eyes. His eyes watery from being hit by the flurry of snow attacking his body. The snow packed under his scuffed up brown combat boots. As the path seems to get longer and longer the Fox pulls his light brown paws out of his jacket whipping his delicate dazzling Green cat like eyes gently, no cars in sight only the the lights of the city in slumber.
(I will work on more but so far with do you think?)
The walk seemed to only drag on, the lights not moving closer but further away. The Fox walked on the crunching sound of the snow packing down sent vibrations from his boots to his spine, the cold winds whisper wrapping snow around his body as he shivers. Small dots of red follow the fox as he walks, appearing drop by drop behind him. The Fox continued walking hearing the sound of a vehicle driving he swung around his tail still in front of him as he turned, but there was no vehicle in sight. He turned around slowly to see a wolf in front of him. A puff of steamy breath comes from the wolf ask he speaks "What are you doing out here in this cold" The fox remained silent and nodded. The wolf was wearing a long overcoat with a few holes in it, His pants were thick Olive green and his boots covered in mud. The wolf walked behind the fox and before the fox could turn around he was gone, no footprints left, no sign.
On a dreary night as the snow fell vastly across the land nothing visible but the wall of white and the dull lulling lights of the city in the distance, As the Fox walked bundled up in a heavy coat, paws in his pockets with an Olive green duffle bag hanging off of one shoulder and balaclava covering all but his eyes. His eyes watery from being hit by the flurry of snow attacking his body. The snow packed under his scuffed up brown combat boots. As the path seems to get longer and longer the Fox pulls his light brown paws out of his jacket whipping his delicate dazzling Green cat like eyes gently, no cars in sight only the the lights of the city in slumber.
(I will work on more but so far with do you think?)
The walk seemed to only drag on, the lights not moving closer but further away. The Fox walked on the crunching sound of the snow packing down sent vibrations from his boots to his spine, the cold winds whisper wrapping snow around his body as he shivers. Small dots of red follow the fox as he walks, appearing drop by drop behind him. The Fox continued walking hearing the sound of a vehicle driving he swung around his tail still in front of him as he turned, but there was no vehicle in sight. He turned around slowly to see a wolf in front of him. A puff of steamy breath comes from the wolf ask he speaks "What are you doing out here in this cold" The fox remained silent and nodded. The wolf was wearing a long overcoat with a few holes in it, His pants were thick Olive green and his boots covered in mud. The wolf walked behind the fox and before the fox could turn around he was gone, no footprints left, no sign.
The fox sighed exhaling a puff of steam. The wolf looked familiar but he could not name the wolf, soon the fox began walking again his steps beginning to get slower. He looked up to see a sign on the road dimly lit saying "INN", the fox walked up to the inn and looked around, no cars, no people, just a building with all the windows busted out as if people wanted to escape, there was only one room with the windows intact. The door was cracked open slightly with the light on. The fox walked in and announced "Is anyone Here" the fox heard nothing and closed the door, The fox walked back into the bathroom and jumped in surprise griping his chest. In the tub was the wolf he saw earlier, He had cuts all over his body blood flowing out of each cut. The Fox quickly put his finger on the wolfs neck checking for a pulse but null there was none. The fox sighed and shook his head looking at the wolfs body seeing a dog tag, he fell to his knees and grab it quickly, looking at it closely, it read "David Goliath......1st Tank Battalion".
On a dreary night as the snow fell vastly across the land nothing visible but the wall of white and the dull lulling lights of the city in the distance, As the Fox walked bundled up in a heavy coat, paws in his pockets with an Olive green duffle bag hanging off of one shoulder and balaclava covering all but his eyes. His eyes watery from being hit by the flurry of snow attacking his body. The snow packed under his scuffed up brown combat boots. As the path seems to get longer and longer the Fox pulls his light brown paws out of his jacket whipping his delicate dazzling Green cat like eyes gently, no cars in sight only the the lights of the city in slumber.
(I will work on more but so far with do you think?)
The walk seemed to only drag on, the lights not moving closer but further away. The Fox walked on the crunching sound of the snow packing down sent vibrations from his boots to his spine, the cold winds whisper wrapping snow around his body as he shivers. Small dots of red follow the fox as he walks, appearing drop by drop behind him. The Fox continued walking hearing the sound of a vehicle driving he swung around his tail still in front of him as he turned, but there was no vehicle in sight. He turned around slowly to see a wolf in front of him. A puff of steamy breath comes from the wolf ask he speaks "What are you doing out here in this cold" The fox remained silent and nodded. The wolf was wearing a long overcoat with a few holes in it, His pants were thick Olive green and his boots covered in mud. The wolf walked behind the fox and before the fox could turn around he was gone, no footprints left, no sign.
The fox sighed exhaling a puff of steam. The wolf looked familiar but he could not name the wolf, soon the fox began walking again his steps beginning to get slower. He looked up to see a sign on the road dimly lit saying "INN", the fox walked up to the inn and looked around, no cars, no people, just a building with all the windows busted out as if people wanted to escape, there was only one room with the windows intact. The door was cracked open slightly with the light on. The fox walked in and announced "Is anyone Here" the fox heard nothing and closed the door, The fox walked back into the bathroom and jumped in surprise griping his chest. In the tub was the wolf he saw earlier, He had cuts all over his body blood flowing out of each cut. The Fox quickly put his finger on the wolfs neck checking for a pulse but null there was none. The fox sighed and shook his head looking at the wolfs body seeing a dog tag, he fell to his knees and grab it quickly, looking at it closely, it read "David Goliath......1st Tank Battalion".
The fox begun to tear up and fall to his knees clenching the dog tags, tears falling from his muzzle down onto the dog tags and the floor. The fox took a steady and slow deep breath and as he stood his knees weak he mustered a small voice and the word "Brother" came out in a sweet soothing gruff voice. Looking at the body the fox pulled a blanket out of his duffle bag and covered the body and shed some more tears running down his muzzle, gasping for a breath. As he walked away from the body he looked around the room, The King sized bed's covers were gone and the bed itself was covered in dry blood, looking at the desk in the room covered in dust it had a note but the writings were chicken scratch and covered in dried blood. The fox Ran out of the room crying falling his back to the wall in the snow uncontrollably sobbing as the snow wiped his eyes, Soon the fox regain composure and punched out the windows to the room from the outside his hand bleeding from the glass shards dripping into the snow and turning the flakes around his hand red with blood, The fox begun to walk again still tears roll down his muzzle into the snow as it whips across his face.
On a dreary night as the snow fell vastly across the land nothing visible but the wall of white and the dull lulling lights of the city in the distance, As the Fox walked bundled up in a heavy coat, paws in his pockets with an Olive green duffle bag hanging off of one shoulder and balaclava covering all but his eyes. His eyes watery from being hit by the flurry of snow attacking his body. The snow packed under his scuffed up brown combat boots. As the path seems to get longer and longer the Fox pulls his light brown paws out of his jacket whipping his delicate dazzling Green cat like eyes gently, no cars in sight only the the lights of the city in slumber.
(I will work on more but so far with do you think?)
The walk seemed to only drag on, the lights not moving closer but further away. The Fox walked on the crunching sound of the snow packing down sent vibrations from his boots to his spine, the cold winds whisper wrapping snow around his body as he shivers. Small dots of red follow the fox as he walks, appearing drop by drop behind him. The Fox continued walking hearing the sound of a vehicle driving he swung around his tail still in front of him as he turned, but there was no vehicle in sight. He turned around slowly to see a wolf in front of him. A puff of steamy breath comes from the wolf ask he speaks "What are you doing out here in this cold" The fox remained silent and nodded. The wolf was wearing a long overcoat with a few holes in it, His pants were thick Olive green and his boots covered in mud. The wolf walked behind the fox and before the fox could turn around he was gone, no footprints left, no sign.
The fox sighed exhaling a puff of steam. The wolf looked familiar but he could not name the wolf, soon the fox began walking again his steps beginning to get slower. He looked up to see a sign on the road dimly lit saying "INN", the fox walked up to the inn and looked around, no cars, no people, just a building with all the windows busted out as if people wanted to escape, there was only one room with the windows intact. The door was cracked open slightly with the light on. The fox walked in and announced "Is anyone Here" the fox heard nothing and closed the door, The fox walked back into the bathroom and jumped in surprise griping his chest. In the tub was the wolf he saw earlier, He had cuts all over his body blood flowing out of each cut. The Fox quickly put his finger on the wolfs neck checking for a pulse but null there was none. The fox sighed and shook his head looking at the wolfs body seeing a dog tag, he fell to his knees and grab it quickly, looking at it closely, it read "David Goliath......1st Tank Battalion".
The fox begun to tear up and fall to his knees clenching the dog tags, tears falling from his muzzle down onto the dog tags and the floor. The fox took a steady and slow deep breath and as he stood his knees weak he mustered a small voice and the word "Brother" came out in a sweet soothing gruff voice. Looking at the body the fox pulled a blanket out of his duffle bag and covered the body and shed some more tears running down his muzzle, gasping for a breath. As he walked away from the body he looked around the room, The King sized bed's covers were gone and the bed itself was covered in dry blood, looking at the desk in the room covered in dust it had a note but the writings were chicken scratch and covered in dried blood. The fox Ran out of the room crying falling his back to the wall in the snow uncontrollably sobbing as the snow wiped his eyes, Soon the fox regain composure and punched out the windows to the room from the outside his hand bleeding from the glass shards dripping into the snow and turning the flakes around his hand red with blood, The fox begun to walk again still tears roll down his muzzle into the snow as it whips across his face.
As the snow begun to whorl around the fox he clenched his hand against his chest the blood draining down his shirt the fox begun wobbling left and right and his vision had begun to get blurry, he let out a light sigh and murmured to him self "Anger got the best of me again" His voice seemed soft as silk but had a small crack in is as if he wasn't even an adult, as he continued to walk the snow had gotten deeper and deeper once more almost up to his ankles he shuffled through the snow pushing it out of his way slowly.
As I walk through the beautiful warzone I smell the scent of blood and rotting flesh.
I wonder why all these men had to die as they pile up more and more like mesh.
I sit by a tree and watch them fight wondering why they fight and not speak?
Are they afraid to speak the unspoken words aloud to one another in Greek?
As I pounder upon the problem a bullet hits the tree I’m on as I look a man rushes.
Covered in a deep red blood pouring from his head down to the grassy green land.
The rich soil of this grassy green windblown land a lady walks by and looks at the men and blushes.
At the opening at the end of the grassy green windblown blood struck land many a man just stand.
As man after man falls I pay no attention I have no hostility regarding these men why do we fight.
I hide under bridges and fallen trees and I wonder why we must kill these men I could befriend.
All of a sudden the bombardment stopped the grassy green land I once saw was all but dirt and blood.
I close my eyes trying to unsee what I have seen I want to keep that vision of that grassy green land.
But now all I can see is barren land the air filled with the stench of blood and rot.
A tear rolls down my bloody dirt covered cheek and drops down into a pool of blood and mud.
As I stare into the sky all I see is a bright light and I pounder as I cry did I do what was right.
I walk along with the men I knew when we were boys now smoking a drinking is this the end?
I wonder why these old men that send us in to these hell holes will not talk or fight their own battle.
I sleep at night scared to close my eye in fear I may die or get shot.
As I lay on the ground keeping my eye open scared to sleep I remember home my family and my cattle.
I see a light a bright light that feels more loving and peaceful that what is on this earth and sleep.
Flowering DeathDeath is like a wilting flower
Pedals fall until the last Pedal of life has dropped
Dying amongst the living as the flower wilts
Dying slowly as Other Flowers Watch in pain an in Sorrow
But as the elder flower dies a new one is birthed
Slowly the pedals fall to the ground one by one
The flame of life slowly dims but the body still remains
Life is just a beautiful lie as death is a painful truthWhen i wrote this one it was Last Year on Thanksgiving, My best-freind OD'ed
This gun cold, raw steel against a head
The feeling of worthlessness and dread spread
The note that has been written no one will care
They fail to see what I am They are all doctrinaires
The trigger is easy to squeeze, but so hard to pull
They all think I'm fool
The trigger is pulled the gun goes off, with out a sound
The gun falls out of a hand, on to the ground
Their blood runs down my face as i grin
I soon begin to wonder, "was this a Sin?"
Now I am free, I am Me, Free
Not much of a Gory person i guess.....just dark.....OH well :D hope y'all enjoy
As I walk through the beautiful warzone I smell the scent of blood and rotting flesh.
I wonder why all these men had to die as they pile up more and more like mesh.
I sit by a tree and watch them fight wondering why they fight and not speak?
Are they afraid to speak the unspoken words aloud to one another in Greek?
As I pounder upon the problem a bullet hits the tree I’m on as I look a man rushes.
Covered in a deep red blood pouring from his head down to the grassy green land.
The rich soil of this grassy green windblown land a lady walks by and looks at the men and blushes.
At the opening at the end of the grassy green windblown blood struck land many a man just stand.
As man after man falls I pay no attention I have no hostility regarding these men why do we fight.
I hide under bridges and fallen trees and I wonder why we must kill these men I could befriend.
All of a sudden the bombardment stopped the grassy green land I once saw was all but dirt and blood.
I close my eyes trying to unsee what I have seen I want to keep that vision of that grassy green land.
But now all I can see is barren land the air filled with the stench of blood and rot.
A tear rolls down my bloody dirt covered cheek and drops down into a pool of blood and mud.
As I stare into the sky all I see is a bright light and I pounder as I cry did I do what was right.
I walk along with the men I knew when we were boys now smoking a drinking is this the end?
I wonder why these old men that send us in to these hell holes will not talk or fight their own battle.
I sleep at night scared to close my eye in fear I may die or get shot.
As I lay on the ground keeping my eye open scared to sleep I remember home my family and my cattle.
I see a light a bright light that feels more loving and peaceful that what is on this earth and sleep.
The Demon is inside, It can not escape
it's claw tears at my flesh
Ripping and Tearing, nothing like a caress
Tears run down my face, Hiding the pain behind a smile
Alone in the dark the Demon claws at my soul more
My soul depletes itself into a realm of black,
a dim light flickering, fading,evanescent.
Just a GameIt's more of a battle. It's worse when you don't know who's on your side, and you are your own enemy. That's a bit of my life with OCD. The plague is everywhere, you are all after me, and we have to view the blackened soul we have become into the mirror because control of our own thoughts slip away like sand between our fingers. I live every day in fear and hope. But It drives me to conquer it, and with enough determination, I will.
Life is just a game, We only play never to win
So many achievements unachieved
The game of us plays us all for fool, stings attached so many silly rules
Life so many trophies gathered, none worth a cent
Life is just a game, rich or poor we play the same
No way to win, its all a game, playing all of us for fools
Yanking each string making us do what we do
Life is just a game, win or lose its all the same
Life is just that of a game
As the darkness in my heart grows the light seems to fade
I rip and tear at my heart to remove the darkness that grows
The darkness slowly begins to Invade
I take a step into the light and soon the darkness flows
Into my heart the darkness locks it self away from the light
Into the grave i will take my darkness deep down into the earth
As i begin to rot and there i am soon but a distant memory in the night
That's not creepy at all trixsie
Ehhh.... if i had a graph of how much i believe in myself it would be this
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Jolly Avg person
On a dreary night as the snow fell vastly across the land nothing visible but the wall of white and the dull lulling lights of the city in the distance, As the Fox walked bundled up in a heavy coat, paws in his pockets with an Olive green duffle bag hanging off of one shoulder and balaclava covering all but his eyes. His eyes watery from being hit by the flurry of snow attacking his body. The snow packed under his scuffed up brown combat boots. As the path seems to get longer and longer the Fox pulls his light brown paws out of his jacket whipping his delicate dazzling Green cat like eyes gently, no cars in sight only the the lights of the city in slumber.
(I will work on more but so far with do you think?)
The walk seemed to only drag on, the lights not moving closer but further away. The Fox walked on the crunching sound of the snow packing down sent vibrations from his boots to his spine, the cold winds whisper wrapping snow around his body as he shivers. Small dots of red follow the fox as he walks, appearing drop by drop behind him. The Fox continued walking hearing the sound of a vehicle driving he swung around his tail still in front of him as he turned, but there was no vehicle in sight. He turned around slowly to see a wolf in front of him. A puff of steamy breath comes from the wolf ask he speaks "What are you doing out here in this cold" The fox remained silent and nodded. The wolf was wearing a long overcoat with a few holes in it, His pants were thick Olive green and his boots covered in mud. The wolf walked behind the fox and before the fox could turn around he was gone, no footprints left, no sign.
The fox sighed exhaling a puff of steam. The wolf looked familiar but he could not name the wolf, soon the fox began walking again his steps beginning to get slower. He looked up to see a sign on the road dimly lit saying "INN", the fox walked up to the inn and looked around, no cars, no people, just a building with all the windows busted out as if people wanted to escape, there was only one room with the windows intact. The door was cracked open slightly with the light on. The fox walked in and announced "Is anyone Here" the fox heard nothing and closed the door, The fox walked back into the bathroom and jumped in surprise griping his chest. In the tub was the wolf he saw earlier, He had cuts all over his body blood flowing out of each cut. The Fox quickly put his finger on the wolfs neck checking for a pulse but null there was none. The fox sighed and shook his head looking at the wolfs body seeing a dog tag, he fell to his knees and grab it quickly, looking at it closely, it read "David Goliath......1st Tank Battalion".
The fox begun to tear up and fall to his knees clenching the dog tags, tears falling from his muzzle down onto the dog tags and the floor. The fox took a steady and slow deep breath and as he stood his knees weak he mustered a small voice and the word "Brother" came out in a sweet soothing gruff voice. Looking at the body the fox pulled a blanket out of his duffle bag and covered the body and shed some more tears running down his muzzle, gasping for a breath. As he walked away from the body he looked around the room, The King sized bed's covers were gone and the bed itself was covered in dry blood, looking at the desk in the room covered in dust it had a note but the writings were chicken scratch and covered in dried blood. The fox Ran out of the room crying falling his back to the wall in the snow uncontrollably sobbing as the snow wiped his eyes, Soon the fox regain composure and punched out the windows to the room from the outside his hand bleeding from the glass shards dripping into the snow and turning the flakes around his hand red with blood, The fox begun to walk again still tears roll down his muzzle into the snow and it whips across his face.
I'm also curious if CanzetYote got all her questions answered. An inquiring mind is a beautiful thing.
JOLLY!! ALL HAIL MLORD AND DARKNESS HIMSELF.
FOR YOUR LIGHT WILL NEVER REACH HIS HEART LIKE HIS WIFES
WAHAZZ UP