ChibiSkye33

Chapter 2: Fragments.  Its all my mind could grasp as I felt the breath catch dangerously in my throat, blocking the passage with the solid wall of air that formed as the meaning of his words sunk in.  Panic set in well before anything else.  A tangible reality in the nightmare that had enveloped the rest of my rose tinted existence.  My heart screamed 'no' with every thundering beat, the pulse of it so loud that I could hear it over the dull bass that pounded from the speakers so cleverly hidden.  Im not sure which happened first: the cadence of his voice as it shattered my reverie or the s

A noble art. An endless cycle. Good and bad, no chance for grey areas in between the absolute truths that establish who is the victor and who is not. A decisive answer, a solution built upon the bloodied fields left behind. This is the art of war. Valiant men marching off to battle, emblazoned with the symbol of their faith, to die by that same symbol with the bitter realization that there is no hope. Faith is a lie fed to the masses to convince them of the truth of their perversion. Anyone who says war is not a perversion of the human psyche had not sat among his fellows under skies that rained red with the blood spent for a cause they don't

I was seven the year the revolts started. Seven the year I watched my mother die by my father's hands. Seven the year I met him. Some say I changed that year, I don't think they ever knew me before then. Nothing changed. The life I had lived up until then was a lie, the public belief a mockery of the miserable existence I had locked away from the world. Maybe I went a little crazy. Maybe the world ended and I didn't realize it, waking up just in time to watch it be reborn into flames and hatred, my own awoken in my heart like a black poison that ate away at me like so much acid. He let me off my leash, starved for affection and all but intol

POEM 1: With lonely eyes I wait for you Empty days pass by like shattered glass, Minutes echoing painfully in the dim silence as the chill wind creeps in, stealing away the taunting warmth of autumn. < Bright colors fade without you, grayscale and painstakingly haunting as memories line the fractured walls like old photographs. My mind wanders down forbidden paths, shadows of thorns catching at my clothes, whispering seductive secrets to keep me within their tangled web. My feet must not stray and yet a glimmer of brilliance makes me shed my mortal skin for the hint of lost paradise. Is it you? A fragment of hope, a shimmer o