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See the SkyTear down the smoke and towers, come and see the sky
Counting the hours until the darkness descends upon the day
Change our ways and escape the grey
Lifting the veil of deception that blinds our eyes, see the beams of blue and wisps of white that pass us by
Send the diamonds into the black sky, forever leading us through the dark
Rising to embrace a fire in the sky, breaking across the horizon in rays so bright
Ending to dust away a dreadful day in soft tones of dying light
Lifting the gaze to the silent beauty of an open sky, the heavens that have long since left their mark
To the moon that aluminates the night, shining upon us in beams of milky white
This day there are those who do not see, above is but petty and strange
Never to change
As they descend into the darkness, sucking dry the deep and eternal night
Above Humanity: Chapter 3Chapter 3
Waking up, my mind felt somewhat cloudy. But everything cleared after I blinked several times. Sunlight filtered through the window above my bed, making the dust particles that floated around like fender benders through the air visible. My eyes darted about; registering the clothing and other junk-covering the hardwood flooring. I looked at the walls; the pale blue band poster and bikini girl covered walls of my room. Blinking and shifting my eyes to the right I read the red digital numbers of the alarm clock.
I groaned, pulling myself upright with a jerk; too fast. Dizziness distorted my vision and pain flared through my head like an inferno. I had to grab my temples to steady myself, realizing as I did so that my face was covered with sweat. Did I have a nightmare or something last night? Or was this room just a hotbox? The attack dulled for a moment so I started to get up, and then I gagged as bile shot up my throat. I could feel the burn as I swallowed it back down a
short story...There is a room at the corner of an abandoned apartment building. A room alighted only by the bright azure glow of a glass bottle; the pale rays flickering like candlelight through the humid air. There is a girl sprawled on the splintering wooden floor with her arms pulled above her and manacled to the floor. She is lying in the dark pool of her blood, the crimson surface glistening with the reflection of the sparkling glass bottle on the other side of the room. Her eyes closed and her face stilled like the face of the dead; until she drags in her breath and opens her eyes as if she had just woken up. The irises were all the shades of blue one could imagine yet in essence rimmed in indigo and the rays toward the pupils cerulean.
Impulsively, just as she had contemplated where she was, the girl tried to yank against the bounds tied to free her wrists. There was no avail but she was sure by the thin strand of her lasting sanity that they had slipped down her hands.
Crown of ThornsShe wakes up with red staining her pillow
and the taste of blood like iron in her mouth
It stains her teeth and leaks from her lips, and as she
rinses her mouth out, she can’t help thinking that
it’s better than dirt and ashes
it feels like she’s wearing a noose
of broken promises and shattered glass
that tightens around her throat with every day that passes
She nails a smile to her face
and doesn't let herself think the word dying
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