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ArtThe urban streets are ones to be feared. Contained within are more shadows and snakes then any dream could ever hold. Light was rarely seen, it was infrequent to feel the sun within the rock and metal that seemed to jet from the ground. It was like a zit that had formed on the earth.Art
Few men cared of this, most would rather see their money lost in a bet then help make the world brighter. James Hughes was no such man. James was a poet, his passion for words exceeded his need for food and lust for company. Although when he did come upon what crumbs he could find. Well, lets say they vanished into thin air.
by ~StraightJacketRed
Order: Part IIIn the darkness, though light was there, I could not see other then the madness that connected to my soul. This mask was talking to me, unable to get it off I subjected to its will.Order: Part II
“Thou art wise, now, there is a task to be done.” I stayed silent, still thinking through if this was even possible.
“Thou must talk with me, tis urgent. I fade with power from times that have gone by. Go to the underground. Beneath your very feet is my sanctuary.” “You mean the sewers.” “Yes.” “Great.” now I get to go through the shit of this world. Literally." “Shi
by ~StraightJacketRed
Order: Part IIt began, it began like it always did. Never different, always the same, a numb and colorless morning greeting me with it generic smile that said welcome to the rest of your life. These days as they called, it was nothing more then the erosion of my soul, each morning getting out of the coffin that would sooth the wounds of the world and with open arms welcome the lashings of a whip made from society.Order: Part I
It was always so, never will this be different, for ever more will the days turn into night and the nights turn to days just as the universe shall always be so will this bleak and emotionless existence. I thought that to myself, I
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