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HugHer hair was tangled and messy, her face without makeup.
She looked tired, she looked worn. Even in her sleep.
The day had been hard and long and she was tired.
After work, she'd made dinner for herself and her teenage daughter.
They had enjoyed the meal and watched their favorite show after.
But then the day caught up with her, and she had gone to sleep.
She woke up later on. It was dark outside and the nightstand clock said 3 AM.
At first, she couldn't understand what had waken her, until she heard a sound.
A muffled scream. She quickly got up and ran to her daughter's room. She knocked.
She could hear sobbing from inside.
"Sweetie, can I come in?" She asked with a soft voice.
"I'm fine, go away." Her daughter was sobbing and the woman's heart ached.
She opened the door and saw her daughter with mascara running down her cheeks.
The pillow was covered in tears and worn makeup.
"Come here." She sat down on the bed and pulled her daughter in to a hug.
"I'm here." She knew her
Once, Twice, More.Every once in a while, we find something that makes our heart pump.
It excites us, and we love the feeling.
Then, sometimes, the feeling fade, and no matter how you turn, it's gone.
You seem to forget the way it felt, the moments you loved.
And all you're left with, is wonder.
You want to know what made it fade.
Why it's not with you.
And how you can get it back.
Sometimes, you can get it back. It takes work, effort.
Other times. It's just not right.
You know, for sure, that it won't return, not like it started.
And no matter how much of yourself you put in to it, you feel it.
It's already lost, and you know it.
But your body won't forget how that felt, your body wants to find it again.
And thus, you'll search, and recognize it when it comes back to you.
It'll be good. It'll be right.
Sometimes, I think back to my past.
Mostly, it's like a dream, fading away from me already seconds after it's passed.
But there are moments where I remember clearly.
In moment like these, like right now, I can remember how it was like in a time I felt the same way.
I remember when I was fourteen, how I felt when I left school, how lonely my heart was.
I can feel it right now, and I remember so clearly.
I remember when I was down, I cried for hours.
One day, I promised myself I wouldn't live to turn fifteen, I didn't feel the need to grow up, to gain wisdom. And I didn't see a meaning to life.
I can recall every tear from that night, my own confusion and how I denied that I just wanted to be saved. How I needed someone to see and understand how I felt, the misery inside me.
Barely two months later, I didn't even remember my own promise, it was like it had never existed.
I had made a friend, someone who captivated me and made me smile and gave me hope.
I didn't realize it when it hap
FallThe scream from my throat.
I can hear it, every step down the stairs.
I throw myself after the pink figure falling down.
Bump. Bump. Bump.
From the top to the bottom of the stairs.
My heart race with the fear,
with the fear for the figure.
My heart screams.
As the figure lands at the bottom.
A baby's scream in my ear as she's picked up.
Her grannie is there, comforting her.
The danger passed, but that's just one of many.
A danger passed, and left my heart shaking.
Just a Nobodywhy is it, that whenever I find something important to me, someone else spoils it and let me alone..
I've never asked to be raised to be who I am today, I've never asked to be born this way, in fact, if I could choose, I'd choose another life, with different lifestyle.. but who would give a girl like me a chance? I'm just a waste of time..
Maybe falling off a cliff, jumping off a bridge, walking out in the road or cutting the damn vein would be for the better good..
No matter what option, they wouldn't let me choose one of my own, I have no choices to make anymore, they say I'm not fit to decide without help... they say I'm insane..
I'm just a Nobody, and what could a nobody do against everybody?
Why is it, that I'll never become the girl I want to be, because of what others say or do?
My Hero, my Sun.Helten i mitt liv, min sol i hverdagen.
Jeg har vokst opp i en stor familie, jeg har vært mye hos mine besteforeldre, da min mor ikke hadde energi nok til å ta vare på oss barna.
To hus bortenfor min bestemor hus, bor min Tante å Onkel, der jeg har to søskenbarn som står meg kjær, som jeg har vært mye sammen med.
Senere i min oppvekst har jeg slitt med mine tenårings problemer, å vokse opp, kroppen, gutter (og jenter). Da har min Tante stilt opp for meg der jeg ikke har stolt på min mor, der jeg trengte hjelp, veiledning og oppmuntring, har min tante vært der når hun kunne.
Min tante er mitt store idol, hun har hva jeg skulle ønske jeg kunne få til, å hun holder seg oppe til tross for alle motgang.
For noen uker siden fikk min Tante bekreftet hva hun hadde mistanke om, hun har brystkreft.
Da mitt søskenbarn og beste venn fortalte meg dette, var det noe som knakk inni meg, og jeg ble redd, re
Feuer des KriegesSiehst wie das Feuer rennt?
Die alles, alles niederbrennt?
Gehoben in finstre Nacht
Die aus Kindern Waisen macht?
Gellend im roten Meer
Keine Rettung bringt das Heer.
Sinnend auf Rache
Eine Stadt auf den Knien
Erhebt sich schwarzer Drache
Siehst du seinen Flug?
Sind seine Schwingen schnell genug?
Der nächste Morgen naht
Wer wird jetzt noch kommen?
Wer ist dem Verrat entronnen?
Eine Gestalt im Morgengrauen
Schwarze Rüstung in rauem Wind
Geweckter, der die Wende bringt...?
THE KEY (REVELATION)Near the moon were dream hold hopes
Between the dark, limbo and souls
There is a key hidden in the mist
A key that holds the secret
Secrets that have been untold
About the life of such humanity
Humanity that has broke
Blood is coming out of it
As the pain in the world has overcome
No one can nurture the sin
No one can feel the pain in it.
It has been told that this key is the only
That can change this madness revolution
Of insane feelings
Of unconscious thoughts
Of ill hearts and sinful souls
There is no humanity anymore
Not animals, just revenge.
And the key keeps bleeding on
Where are the hearts, the love the faith?
There are just people
That have drown over the edge
There is no faith no sorrow
Only lies and broken ties
There is no vision of tomorrow
No complement to the motion
Humanity walking thought the fire
Taking baths in the blood of the innocents found hidden
Speaking tongues of lies that are in comprehensive
AND THE KEY CRIES…
Where is the heart, the faith and the hope?
NightmaresYou try to be strong
When your friends are gone
I know your pain
As you drown in the rain
Hear your screaming
It's like I'm dreaming
But this dream turned into a nightmare
I hear your begging
I hear your crying
As I see your blood flying
A knife in your back
Your mind out of whack
I know who did this to you
.... It was me, all along.
Why use fire when you can use time?You suspected fire and pain
When you arrived at this place
When that dead eyed man took you away
When you turned to yell at your kids
you thouge that all the bad you done
Was coming back to beat you to your knees
No this place is punishment enouge
for there is nothing for you here
You can blame others, but
Who is there to blame
Look around do you see anyone
Anything? no theres just endless gray dust
If you want to find somone
You can walk all you want
Thers probly a soul in the next
24'000 milies if your lucky
Time turns all things
Even Hatred, Greed and Hope will all
Wither into this Dust and Ash landscape
We just don't got the hart to hate.
aph Bestialski monolog- Oj, tak, TAK!!!
Niechaj brat z bratankiem walczy, o to gdzie zamieszkać chce.
Mi jest nawet to na rękę, bo pryncypał mnie ozłoci.
Niechaj cierpią ludzie prości i nie tylko przez me czyny.
Import, eksport też wam zniszczę, no bo kto mi śmie zabronić.
Jestem bestią, jestem klęską, skaczę po płonących dachach.
Niech mnie złapie, kto człek sprytny i zakuje wnet w kajdany.
Znowuż ognia swąd wyczuwam.
Nagle seria z karabinu.
Gdzieś tam skrycie dziecko padło, przygniecione domu gruzem.
Nikt mu zatem nie pomoże, bo i po co brudzić dłonie.
Zamilcz kmiocie głupi, trwożny i podziwiaj moje dzieło.
Freski krwi na ścianach obór oraz z kości takielunki.
Och, jak ja uwielbiam rzezie, a na imię mi jest WOJNA.
Charm....A poemMade by a with on a mortal to harm....
Known by the mortal world,it was called a charm...
It passed from mortal to mortal...
Just like race car in full throttle...
It spread from man to man,and was hard to find...
As it was locked in the heart, for the spell to bind...
It took place in the heart one day...
And threw the mortal's soul on the bay...
~Tudalia (Doctor Hex)
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