Disillusioned Fealty, order and justice, Cloaks you wear like sadness, They drip white tears from the hem of your robes, Selfishness, greed and avarice, Heart beneath your madness, They flow from your fingers and meet bare lobes,Disillusioned
Behind blue badge and shine, Cloaks you wear like loneliness, They stain with blue paint, like blood from your back, Behind black coat, checkered white, Heart beneath such badness, They bend most violently, like
CravingThere are no words on the other side, There are no screams and belittling protests, No harsh criticisms and loud arguments, There are no voices which break the silence,Craving
There are people, endless, endless halls of people. Still, like statues they watch, endlessly observing The passing of time, which slowly erodes them. Sinking slowly into their shoulders as they mix.
There is a lot of weight here, a lot of pressure. Cold hands clutch each other like desperate lovers, They run through the darkness, silent laughter, muted sound. They smile as the atmosphere hits them
The Saga of Syndel 2II: The Birth of Fire.The Saga of Syndel 2
The fire was enchanting, it waved through the air in fragile vapors, as if even the slightest breeze could threaten the towering inferno. From the cold, stiff, metallic brazier there came a warmth Syndel had not felt since his fall. This single flame had been the mark of all his effort up till now, weeks of toiling in the deserted planes of oblivion had lead to this single spark of light in the twilight. Syndel watched in fascination, observing, almost stalking the flame as he watched the curve and spit of the fire as it crackled uneasily, steadily growing in strength. For Syndel the fire had become far mor
Workshop: Fossil FuelsYou give me that same old smirk as you tell me it's over. I've been nothing but a crumbling pile of coal to you – a precious, but limited source of support, love, patience… just more fuel for your ego. You never knew I was dwindling, though. You thought I would last forever. You thought I would always be there. How could you know that my love was running low, when you never took the time to stop and take note of your resources? How could you know to cherish me when your eyes were always trained on the glowing blaze I had helped to maintain? You just kept chucking those pieces of me into the flame.Workshop: Fossil Fuels
You've always treated
Dark Angel
Happyness.
Optimism
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