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Finn looked off into the distance and scoffed, "Why do we have to go there again; What could anyone possibly want from there after what happened?" "How many times do must be explain it? Our employer has created quite the lucrative proposition for us to receive..." "Well, yeah, I know the part Eve, how many times are you going to say it? All I'm saying is, what could could come from retrieving the thing that caused the whole mess; and on top of that, what the hell makes you think that freak can even find his way to it? He hasn't said a word since we've moved past the uninhabited zone. People go into that place and get lost; they never come o

let's salt the earth and lay barren onto these empty planes let's forget who we are kill the mind and stare off into oblivion let's forget how to fight and render ourselves deaf and mute to the screams of dying dreams when we're finally nothing let's regret it all and realize how successful we've been realize how much that means we've failed

Dark brown hair hung tired over the curves of your cheek. I took this as a sign that you were satisfied, thus so was I -- but when I looked into your eyes all I saw was iris and the dark shade that it tamed. I watched to see your mind move, bask in the enamour that encompassed your spirit, but in that moment, there was nothing but the solidity that made up your being. I became corporeal and the illusions of the world were cast off. All that remained was the still madness that permeates a raw existence. Your eyes had stopped time and revealed truth. And if the gods were telling our tale this was surely a punchline in their joke. For despi

Arlon sat complacently, staring off into the distance. If you were to come up behind him, you would have sworn the old man were sleeping. Conscious he was, yet lost in his mind of a time that has long since past. This is what he did with most of his days; he felt it was his duty to remember, "for there is wisdom in the story and thus it is my duty is pass it on," as he'd often claimed. I'm not particularly certain if Arlon was all that wise, or if he merely gained a knack for rambling on about all things old out loud. People seemed drawn to his crusted old voice, long pearl beard, but I can't for all my marbles claim to know what his stories

This house goes to shit cause no one else is near It would burn down if no one else was watching

there's a thing knocking at the door closed fists clangs and thuds I wish I could greet it but the door isn't there nor is it heard yet I can still feel it rolling and twitching cause it knows I've moved closer to the door that isn't there it seeks to scare me and yet it does not cause it knows its not there except for when I glance does it tell me its name a clang, a thud, a roll, and a twitch and yet not a clang and yet not a thud nor a roll nor a twitch for it is not there perhaps it's nothing at all but perhaps it's merely made of nothing just as I, you, she, or he but surely not me, him, or her

the constant problem the masker of sight is it a paradox how can we know for here it is within these words

May I dine with you? leave your soul a strew give you things to think about which make your soul hang out May I smell the breeze? that leaves Your body as I squeeze an elegant sigh we're seeing eye to eye May I craft You a dove? from my love an idea I have of You which slowly makes reality unglue May I doubt everything we have? attempt to make You feel sad pretend it's for the better and claim the devil's my brother May I turn around? and destroy myself regret the dream i lay on the shelf lie in wait for Your return while my brain begins to burn May i finally get over you? upon seeing something new this path inside my head which will eve

the imps dance to enter a trance to dream of fire and ice to slay the shadows which make them believe they don't suffice but it's quite often than not that these demented plans leave them looking out running from the fires they stoked from within this source of wrath they transmute to sin and they abandon the world to a phantasmal critical eye which can only see shadows cast by all who pass by and where they still see light they rally those who cast because all they hope for is to forget their own gast many replies will come because there isn't an imp who doesn't play this game conjuring shadows as one and binding those they now believe a

you tell me one thing I hear one, two, three a hand full more but each second goes by three, two, one there goes my reply and here I am the one holding the gun playing roulette each bullet a thing I thought and the gun is you that one thing you said