Jack Frost The cold biting wind spreads Jack Frost's fingers over my window. The fire inside is desperately fighting to stop the cold at it's portal. Unwrapping myself from my blankets, walking waking, and warming. I start to the fuel, and with sudden gusto, I hastily feed the inferno. I feel it's searing warmth on my face, balanced by the cold nipping at my backside. The wind now kicks up, it is pompous and does not like to be negated. It forcefully pushes on my window, and pulls away my warmth. Frantic to guard it, I begin to feed the fickle fire. But the cold, the cold is worse, vouchsafing only
Jack In The Box: Ep 6 "What the fuck do you think you're doing son!? Dammit!" Jack watched as profanity and spittle exploded from his fathers mouth. Seconds before his father had barged into the room, catching his son running a password algorithm on a government database. Jack jumped and cut the program as fast as possible and turned around to face his father's beat red face which proceeded to scream hysterically at him. "I'm taking your terminal away!" Cold steel bit into Jack's heart, becoming hyper sensitive as adrenalin raced through his system. "You can't do that!" Jack retaliated "It's my only chance of success. How am I supposed to g
Jack In The Box: Ep 7 Jack snuck out of the house, carefully making sure not to wake his father, although it had never been particularity hard before. His father was a heavy sleeper. Jack opened the front door and walked into the stale Old New York air. The buildings reverberated with the sounds of early morning chaos. Jack walked down the crumbling sidewalk in the lingering twilight. He looked to his right, down an alley he saw a couple of gang bangers smoking illegal tobacco products. he averted his eyes as one glared at him, he didn't want any trouble today. Jack kicked a pebble into the street, which
War in a soldier I stumbled and fell, my face slamming into the mud with a slap like the smacking of cynical lips. I tasted blood and grit in my mouth. My ears pounded from the from the noise of zipping bullets and pounding artillery. It's thunderous slams making it seem as if Ares himself had joined the battle. 'This isn't good', I thought to myself, pulling myself to my feet as I slung the mud and sand off of my face. I looked around, suddenly realizing that I was alone. Adrenaline spiked through my system, racing through my veins like searing hot electricity. Every sense heightened to the point where time seemed to become to b
Moore's LawCascading colossal conifers coerce my consciousThe faint smell of the airBright and bloomingMy fragile cracking shellReinforced with gentle careDelectable delights deny dissonant delirium degradationEndowing hope only to those who seekAs I perch atop the mountains peakWind caresses the sharp of my beakMy clamorous cry pierces the frame of the meekFerocious and fangedFlippant and facetiousAlways fighting those who greet usBut the best laid plans are made by pessimistsThe kind that all end up in cuffed wristsIf it can go wrong it willSow your seeds in the land that you tillThen reap the harvest so you may feed
A song about a man and a mobBurning hearts and torches gather around a singular point in a field. Their pride and rage burning bright, calling out to all who would join their ranks.(Guitar Clang)Skeletal lightning strikes the ground and a charred visage appears in low fickle flames. Flicking burning tongues sarcastically at the now sullen mass.(Rising yell with chaotic hi-hat and snare)Fear ripples through the crowd, snuffing out their hearts with quiet efficiency, making each one go mad, terror bubbling forth from each persons head like the contents of a heated kettle. A voice rings out cracking with hysteria "Set fire to the face on fire!"(Hysterical guitar
Who am I?I am the dark in the nightI am the fear in your heartI do all that you may notAnd I can take all that has been begotI am the knight in the darkAnd I am the sorrow you see in yourselfI am the burning ice in your soulAnd I do unto all what they so desireI am the do gooderI am the worse for wearAnd I am a sunken cynical cystThat lies deep within the confines of your mindI am you,I am your motherYour fatherAnd everyone you know and do notI am the bat that flies into the darkest cavesI come out tainted with the blood I have reapedWith which I sow the seeds of fear in all who oppose meAnd I am but a man.
Youre a Bird Then Im a BirdThat's right, I'm running in placeAnd every time I think about you, I feel like I'm running a raceI think about the promise you madeAnd how it all went wrong when I walked inside your room that dayNow all I see is your stupid faceAnd if only I could concentrate I'd probably sayIf you were a bird, and I was a birdI'd fight off my demons and stop hating youBut I am not a bird, and you are not a birdSo I'll stop my circulation, and I'll take myself home(You look up to me like I know what I'm doingBut I wish I really knewAnd while the satellite crashes down, it's a big surpriseI'll just smile and wave)(x2 second time m
A Cadence Of SighsMy feet are rooted in the sand as I see them set out to seaMulti facceted granules of stone shift as I step forward, breaking the bondEach minute edge scrapes my tender solesMy arm falls, the grit sets my teeth on edgeMillions of gnashing fangs and daggers consumeThe horizon gazes at meIt splits my harmony with the imputiny of a guillotineI can see them laughing nowA half formed thought sputters through my skullIt careens out of control, synaptic sparks envelope my beingI call outThe laughter diesA n explosion of wind pushes against meWith it it carries the fables of foreign landsBut silence pervaids the shoreSav
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