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This world is cage, under, up, and above it all, no one can stop the thoughts, that opens hearts and mind. Controlled emotions run amok, shadows cast, blank stares, cold frost, blacken skin. Wire systems unchanged, stealth corners cushion.
If you can't handle this, what use is the emotions that run on pain and regret. You don't or can't control them, their masked, unnoticed, controlled, by the mind of the forgotten souls. These souls reflect the owner, you from a different time and place. It protects and savors you, you the maker, owner, and wearer. This body that wears you, runs on instinct nothing more, nothing less.
Nothing is the shield that binds and blocks, memories, pain to an extent, other emotions that threaten tears of blood, that blur all others to none existents. It's the over layer mask that doesn't break till the broken come undone.
Each layer consumes a piece to this puzzle, none have completely gotten through, them all, one knows more then others yet the same as another. Each one has clues, markers to the inside. Those that know, kept close, others kept a distance.
Distances help the wearer stay in control while the closer keeps it on their toes. Edging close to the edge but never falling off, the closer to the heart the person is, the more likely the wearer grows thick and protective. Only two yet close to three have made it there.
Emotions that cut, slice, leaves holes and fears that unleash and slash into the skin. Corners the owner leaving only shatter pieces to pick up from whatever was left. It comes from mind games, nightmares, memories that shake the resolve like an earth shattering earthquake, destroying everything in its path.
Other emotions such as betrayal, and guilt leave nothing in but sharp pains with uncontrolled breathing. Each breath becomes weaken with each step crossing into the shadows, of every old memory that have betray this heart of nothingness.
Hurt takes over only to hurt others, it's combine with hate and fear to become its fullest. That crumples and sends fear with chaos on the tip to others. Others that have caused this, others that are sent into a spiral of fear by these hands.
These hands tainted with blood, anger, emptiness, pain, regret, all together as one. Each line tells it's stories, with each story comes a price. That price value's over all, whatever it is brings no salvation to the mind. The mind of the heart and soul of the owner, clash and clash till the tainted has weaken becoming unnoticed in this body.
Gone through many changes and event that spree out of control, most of the time. It slowly becomes unbearable yet bearable depending on which side of the truth, turns and twists upon the liar of thief’s. These events change each personality into multiple things. It could be courage, fears, wounds, anything that presses past the defensives changes the user.
Events that shake and into fearful yet challenging anguish. Causes the owner to become more then their used to, fearing survival isn't clear to the heart, yet clear to the nightmares and dreams that crosses into the darkness.
Darkness sooths yet breaks the calmness of the wearer. It is the shadows and unexplained possibilities that is taken notice through them, since for all they know. What lies inside always seem to come in bits and pieces through many entrances and exits if found that is.
something I came up with at work theres a part 2 to it but not finished with it razz
 dbz_lalala · Thu May 26, 2011 @ 06:04am · 0 Comments |
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